From the instant you are born, till the day you die, you live your life at lightning speed. From the moment you are wrapped in your first towel, till the time you are placed in a coffin, life seems to flash by in the blink of an eye. Some of us live long and rich lives, collecting many happy memories and have the chance to reflect on them before their time comes. But others are not so lucky. Others are ripped out of life almost as fast as life passed by. Without any warning. Without any chance to look back on the moments and events that made them what they are. Some of us are given the chance by life to make a name for themselves. To be remembered by millions. Others live their life quietly; doing the things they are doing, either by choice or because it is what life presented them.
2 Weeks ago we lost a dear friend. Just like that. He went to sleep and never woke up. A beautiful way to go, I hear you say. And yes, you are right. But he was young. Too young. With still many things to do, many questions unanswered and many dreams unrealized. It is strange, really, to loose someone so young and so unexpected. It kind of puts you with your both feet firmly on the ground. It gives you the feeling that you ran into a wall, full speed ahead. That your world stops moving while it keeps turning for everyone else. And it makes you realize that no matter how important you think everything is that you are doing, it is nothing – nothing – compared by the importance of life. Of feeling the sun or the rain. Of hearing music or secretly singing in your bathroom when there is no one around. Of making plans for the future. Of being able to love and being loved. Of dreaming.
Our friend was only 45 when his life ended. A life that was simple. With sometimes simple happiness and sometimes simple sadness. But a life nevertheless and worth remembering. We were lucky, really, to coincidentally spend the last night of his life together. We had a few drinks, laughed and talked, had fun. And when he left our home, he left with a joke and a smile. And that is the best memory he could have given us. Now, 2 weeks after he left us, now that I am finally able to talk about it, I realize how important that is. To make sure that whatever happens, you end your days in good spirits. If you had a fight with your loved-one during the day, never go to sleep without a kind word, a hug or a smile, even if it is hard to take that step. If you didn't call your relatives, do it when you think about it, no matter where you are. Because if there is something that I learned from hitting my head, it is that life is fragile. We are not as strong, as indestructible as we think we are. Our life is like the smallest flame and once it catches the wind, it's gone. Just like that.
"R.I.P dear friend. We will never forget you." -BM-
Cover photography by Stephen France.
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