To Not Forget

Entry #1 - Death

Once he had heard a man say that something as universal as death must be a blessing; and once, even if it was only a blink in time, he allowed himself to believe it. The man who said it, whom he had overheard, was considered a renegade, at least in the eyes of his family. His father, being the religious officiant of the town's only 'holy' building, did his best to obviate the man and his beliefs. With that notion it is safe to say that his parents weren't the ones for physical, or emotional for that matter, comfort. They saw it as reprehensible and thought it to implicate weakness, which for them was a sin in the eyes of the divine being they believed in. Having this life, he often found himself wishing for that blessing, to die and no longer suffer the woes of the living world. The being, though not the one first thought of, heard his wish, and wished herself that she could help, but as of yet there was nothing akin to the concept of the being known now, the Grim Reaper. So with the new idea forming, she amended the world, adding a voluminous description of this new divine being. Due to his unknowing contribution to this new grotesque being, she decided to pluck him out of his own disconsolate life. With those words we recrudesce to the beginning. Now he is it – the very death made to contradict life, but she was wrong. His life had been disconsolate, but it was life – though his parents could not make time for him he could still gallop through the birch woods, hug the rabbits, and make talk with the trees. Now he is disbanded from that, he can no longer feel the apricity he appreciated in life nor the taste of food or the feel of the grass, nay not even the sound of water. He longed to hold the spirits he shepherded for if he did they would evanesce. Nor could hold life, the one being that had been catalyst for his current situation for, she too, would evanesce and without life there would cease to be death and they both would vanish, causing the extinction of secular interests.