by The Urban Blabbermouth
Life never stops. My father died. I am so sad. He died on the same day as one of my little cousin's sixth birthday. I suppose as there are only 365 days each year and some billions of people in the world, it is inevitable that families will share birth and death on the same day.
Life never stops. Millions of people share my birthday. I have only met one of them and she turned out to be some twenty plus years younger than I. Funny, she also turns out to remind me of me but a much better and nicer version.
Life never stops. I sit at dinner with my wife and think that one day, there will only be one of us sitting here having dinner.
Life never stops. I think about all my family who came before. Beyond Great Grands, who remembers? In three generations, I will be joining my forebears, lost to memory, but still living in the bodies of those generations to come.
Life never stops. One day I was shaving and I looked into the mirror and thought that as I get older, I look more and more like my father. When I was younger, I thought I looked more like my mother. Now I have my father's receding and balding head, his flat behind, and share our notable family nose.
Life never stops. It is so strange to think of my father as still. He was never still in life. He was always doing. One day he had naught to do so he waxed the furnace.
Life never stops. Rest In Peace my father. See you one day.