Acceptance

The reason why people are afraid of dying is because of the state of being forgotten; I remember my professor in Philosophy lecturing us about some truths about death. Unless if you're a hero, the only people who will commemorate your death are those who treasure and remember your existence. The state of dying is the most challenging part of one's life and acceptance is the key to win it. I have seen death twice now, first was my friend Dina and just recently my Papa. Dina was a charming and intelligent lady, I've known here since we were freshmen until the summer of our sophomore year. It was the first time I felt so sad, when you know that this someone you lost will never ever come back again, never will have a chance of hope of talking to her again and will be forgotten eventually. I emailed my professor about the grief I was going through and it was the only time how I understand the word Acceptance  in this manner. 

The later is the most difficult one. I could hardly believe that my father will only be a memory now. I know that all of us cannot escape death, it was just that I wasn't ready by the time he was taken away. The last time I heard his voice was on a 15-minute phone call. I heard he had his eyes check due to cataract.  Every time I call we always talk about his business and how is it going on at home. We don't have that much wealth but despite the struggle, my father had fully fulfilled his duty as head of the family. He loved us very much. It was Feb. 8 when I heard the news and I wanna fly my way to CDO. I want to hug him until the last warmth of his body fades, I want to tell him how sorry I was when we argued. If it'd be his last minute to breathe I wish he saw my face before he closed his eyes forever. The situation was unbearable, especially when you shop for funeral. At the wake I always look at his calm and friendly face and prayed for his soul to be in heaven. On the 6th day, he finally was laid to rest. The earth had already covered the white coffin. His presence may not be physical but the spirit will always remain, and so he will never be forgotten. 

The cemetery is empty. Again I will have to understand Acceptance in this manner.