Death came quickly yesterday

As everyone is well aware of by now, Michael Jackson and Farah Fawcett left the earth yesterday. One death was sudden and unexpected; the other was slower and forewarned. Both very publicized to the point where I don't want to watch tv or listen to the radio because it's all so sadly redundant. The one death that happened very quietly and uneventfully today was the death of my cousin's baby. He was to be born on July 9th but when my cousin went in for a check-up yesterday, the doctor could not hear his heartbeat. The doctor sadistically induced my cousin's labor and made her labor and deliver his lifeless body.

Death is such a mystery to me because it's so final. Once you are gone, there's no coming back. I often wonder if we enter a new world when we go or if that's it. How can it be that all my experiences, my joys, my tears, my habits and quirks all disappear when my body stops working. I always go through this phase of "what is life" whenever a death affects me.

It's hard for some people to talk about death because they know it's inevitable. I welcome it. It's more painful to live in this life full of greed, envy and injustice. All that stops when you die. The only thing about death that bothers me is the impact that is made on those that you leave behind. That is the part about death that hurts the most. When you look at life in general things are unfair but death is the great equalizer.

I don't mean to come off like some Gothic kid waxing poetic or anything (maybe that was me 10 years ago). I just found this great place to write and expel the thoughts I have when I'm alone in the car and have no one to talk to. I hope to keep up this online diary of sorts and I hope you keep coming back to visit.