Isn't this the mystery of death? Life goes on even though we feel a loss, an emptiness. Wait a minute! we may want to scream. My loved one is gone! Don't you see? Can't you pause for a minute? Here you are going on, as if nothing has happened. But something important has happened. My loved one is missing. S/he isn't here anymore. I'm crying. We should all be crying.
Life rolls on, just as it always has.We took our refuge in the seeming unchangingness of our loved one. But, alas, they were changing too all along. Everything is changing, and i'm not ready. Stop. Stop. I want what was. I don't want what is.
Change. Impermanence. The impermanence of the rose. The impermanence of each and every one of us.
I placed the wilted rose petals in a bowl. Their brief fragrance infuses my breath. Lovely.
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