The personality of death

This past weekend I attended my aunt’s funeral. Talk hovered in the air around how was aware of how sick and weakened she truly was. The secrecy which she guarded the bitter truth of her illness was honorable and reminded me of how a lioness protects her cubs. She ultimately didn’t want her children and family to suffer.

In Buddhism, we are presented with the bitter pill of gulping down that suffering is a part of life. Some of us face it as the truth while others turn away in fright or continue to numb ourselves from this reality.

It struck me how our death manifests in itself so much of our personality- as how we travel through our lives is similar to how we face the truth of death when it presents itself. My aunt preferred to communicate via a series of journals rather than to open up her pain to the world, whereas I twitter, blog and note on facebook every single headache, misfortune or celebration that comes my way.

Death and life are intertwined and interconnected.

We all display such humanity and courage in how we live- and how we die, whether we are conscious and aware of it or not.

To my aunt, you were brave in your silence and you will be missed greatly.