Death for Cleaning Out the Closet

Death is a hard subject. It’s a tough place, with none to hold your hand or guide you through it. Even worse is when someone close to you who has died.

After the shock of it happening to me, a change settled in. I put up every aspect of my life under the scope. Nothing, NOTHING was left untouched or passed under the radar. All was subject to evaluation with a new lense I had been given.

This is because death set a new standard for me to live by.

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Humility and humbleness entered as an unexpected gift, one I couldn’t refund nor return. It whispered things to me about life, about gratitude, about living in respect to yourself and with a heartfelt acknowledgement for what is here and now. And may be gone the next.

This is because death set a new standard for me to live by.

I cleaned out the closet after death visited, that was my lesson, and one I have dutifully never forgotten and still live by.

Thanks in part to this, my life is completely different to how it was 2 years ago when it happened.

Months later on the river Ganges, where death is open caskets and burning pyres, I floated a candle for him. And was once again humbled, this time by the Eastern approach to death, and it opened me to be more accepting of how life actually is, as opposed to how it should be. There was an unfathomable peace, a closure, like the coffin lid was still ajar but was now ok to close.

I had the honour of being humbled twice thousands of miles from home.

Easy to put all this in words, but it can never convey completely the experience of it all. Some things just have to be lived.

So live yours.

Even though I dread putting this content out there for fear of what others will think of me, I know the messaging is what’s more important to get out. If this post helps even one person, it was all worth doing.