The Finale

There is a beginning and an end to all that is living and not living, aside from the Creator. This is not a profound statement or a revolutionary ideal; it is simply truth.

As a child, I knew that people were born and later they died. It is as simple as that. Of course, as humans, we inherently make it more intricate than the simple truth of that of which is born must also die. Thankfully, life and death are meant to be more than simple occurrences of biology; for if it is not to be more, then the span of time between the true extremes means nothing.

Within the past year, people who I have known and loved died. Before that, people who I knew and loved died. In the year to come and those that follow, people who I know and love will die. Indeed, I too will die.

Today, the eyes of a child are no longer present, albeit such simplicity has significance in death. Death is dramatic, exciting and liberating. Indeed the process to that simplistic state may be painful, grievous and horrific. But death is simple. It is the end of a complex existence after birth.

The reflection of the past with the promise of a hopeful eternality indeed is celebrated by what we call death. It is a beautiful, mournful and celebratory, and simple finale of biological life. The simplicity of death is a product of grace that the finale is indeed less complex than what led us to that state.