Morbid as it sounds, I think about death everyday.
Not for long, and not to be macabre. It just helps me keep everything in perspective. As contrary as it sounds, nothing snaps me out of a funk faster than remembering we're all going to die.
(Bless my poor parents for dealing with a creepy kid like me.)
Anyway. Three friends of mine died this week. They weren't related. It just happened to be their time. And as much as I think about death, their untimely passings still put me on my heels.
I walked around most of this week in a bit of a daze, contemplating what my friends left behind. Kids, wives, friends, fans, band members, pets. It felt like a punch to the gut to think of everybody who would miss them.
I thought about all that they had made: art, recordings, movies, music. I felt the wind go out of my sails, hypothesizing what they would have continued creating if they hadn't gone so soon.
Then last night, I was lying in bed with my kids, taking turns telling spooky stories. (Not surprisingly, my children are naturals at being creeps). We literally laughed ourselves to sleep. It was a great night. This morning, I took my son to school. Hanging in the classroom, there was a sheet of paper with each kids' answer to what they would do under an apple tree (picture below). My son's answer broke my heart. And it hit me.
Bodies die. Love does not.
Reader, we will be forgotten. Our words will be forgotten. Our money will be forgotten. Our possessions will be forgotten. But the energy we pass on will continue to be passed. If we pass along hate, anger, and fear, then that is our legacy. If we pass along love, encouragement, and compassion, then that is our legacy. Let's remember this week that--for the people who want to sit with you under an apple tree--your energy matters. It will be passed from them onto another person. Let's keep that love going around.
With that, this creep is off to spend some time with her kids. See you next Monday. -Em