Death does bring life...

Last week, a gentleman I know died, he was far to young. Leaving behind a family, many friends, a career he excelled in and projects he was working on.

I didn't know him well, however, we did cross paths a time or two. Something about his death has affected me, I'm not sure what it is just yet. I'll keep searching.

His grave is not far from my sons, I guess it's just something I never imagined. Maybe I feel the heaviness of his fathers heart, I'm not sure. I'll keep searching.

I no longer open the paper or hear of a death and simply shrug my shoulders and move about my day. I wish I could, but I can't. For a moment, if only a brief moment, I go back in time. It's heavy. I'll keep searching.

I'm just a beginner, yet walked a million steps. I'm not afraid to question, to feel, to ponder, it's who I am. Forever I'll be searching, yet at peace within. 

I'm home, the spiritual one. My mind may wonder, but I will always come back here. It's where I belong, it's who I am. Death will leave many wondering, searching, reflecting.

Death can bring life, don't be afraid. Search, you will find it.