As I continue to grow and experience things in my life, I’m beginning to understand even more just how much death, literal or figurative, can impact your life. When someone you know, especially if they were close to you, dies it makes you stop and think, in most cases. You take some time to reflect upon things that you and that person went through together. You think about what that person was like. You wonder if you will be able to find a friend that special again or did you just possibly lose an angel on Earth to watch over you in heaven.

Death is just that. It is a finality to someone’s life. It is an end of communication. Death is one of the few things that we cannot cheat nor run away from. It is inevitable for all of us on Earth. No one can escape it when your number is called. A lot of times I often wonder if those who die really know that their time is coming to an end. Do they get this sixth sense and feeling that their time is up and what about the young babies and children who die so soon.

The emotions that can come from the body when someone you love and care for dies can sometimes be enough to make you fall into a dark, depressive state. It can make you forget who you are and try to hold on to the person that has gone away to be at peace. And yet for some, those emotions can bring them alive. Make them want to live and experience life in honor of their fallen loved one.

May I also submit to you that while physical death is very difficult, figurative death can be just as debilitating and in fact, more so. How many times have you “killed” someone off in your mind that you thought was going to be around your life for a long time? That friend that you just knew you would friends until the end, only to have life or some issue make that friendship disappear and you have to move on.

How many times have you thought that you had that one person who you were going to love and marry, spend the rest of your life with. Only to have obstacles that derailed that relationship and in order for you to move on you kill them in your mind. When you do these things does apart of you actually die inside as well? Do you get somewhat recreated and altered from the person you were because you’ve had to change parts of you due to the death of a relationship in your life?

When you’re all alone because of either types of death being experienced how do you cope? How do you allow a part of you to die, while allowing something else in you to be born and be free? Does a little part of you die when you’re left alone on special occasions repeatedly and the excuses tend to come up the same? Man I can only wonder if we truly understand what death really means in all aspects.

America, tell me your thoughts.. Do you feel any of these things? Is it something that’s more in your head and heart?