Death

Death is always something negative. It is the end of life, everything stops. I dont want to get into a disscusion whether there is life after death or not. That really depends on your own beliefs. But for me i would like to talk about what death now means to me.
About six years ago my cousin spent the whole summer living with us while working. After the summer he was heading back home when he was killed in a car accident. This was the first time anyone really close to me had suddenly died. I had had other relatives pass away before but they had been sick and we were able to prepare ourselves for their passing. But this time it hit home he was a few years older than I was but we were really close and suddenly he was gone. It got to the point where i couldnt believe it. I was thinking that it was a dream and when i woke up he would be there. But as the years went by I was able to accept it and was able to move on. I realize now that his death helped me realize the value of life. Not to take advantage of it, my cousin realized that and lived his life like that. Sure there are somethings that you wont be able to experience. I learned that life is fragile and that we should never put things off in our lives that could be made into great memories. Even though I miss my cousin I am greatful for the lesson so painfully learned. To never let life go by without fully enjoying it.