Today was one of those Mondays I guess we all had at some point of our lives: rainy, cold and boring to death. I did not have the necessary disposition for any of the things on my to-do list for today, not even after drinking my cup of rum cappuccino. That’s why I spent my day just wandering on the net, checking my emails, social media, reading others posts and thinking about why some parents choose to expose their children’ life on blogs in this world full of bad people.
While checking my yahoo email I came across an article about the death of the doctors from Boston: Dr. Lina Bolanos (38 years old) and Dr. Richard Field (49), both anesthesiologists, who were found killed in their luxury $ 1,9 million apartment in South Boston. And their photos were there showing a very pretty woman and a handsome man full of life. They were engaged to marry soon.
I was so impressed with the tragedy of their deaths that I forgot all about my bad starting Monday. I mean these people were so young, beautiful and rich, having great careers and a full life to live in one of the most civilized country in the world and now they are suddenly dead.
And I have none of those but I am alive. Well, sounds like it’s a blessing that I live today. And suddenly I didn’t feel that bad at all. After all, I have a roof over my head and enough food, clothes and other nice things that makes life enjoyable.
On becoming wiser
I wonder if that had in mind the famous king Solomon when taught people that mourning the death of someone makes you wiser:
It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.
Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.
I know these verses from early childhood and in my introspection times I found myself “guilty of” a tendency to be overwhelmed by the deaths of others and to meditate on the shortness of life. As a consequence, I appreciate more the time I have here on Earth and am careful to take better decisions in order to live a good life.
As I was searching for more information about their killing, the event made me think on my own death and the way it will happen. I start to think is a blessing to die in your own bed for natural causes, and sincerely I didn’t pray until now for this blessing. I guess I assume that will come naturally.
Remember that we shall die someday
The first time I remember seeing a dead body was when I was about thirteen years old, and that was my paternal grandfather who died at 62 years of liver cirrhosis. In that rural area, people used to keep their dead in the yard or in the house. He died on a snowy December and was kept in the house in my favorite room for three days. Long time after that I could not enter that room for fear of not buffering into a ghost.
However, nobody took time to talk to me and explain what the death was and so the whole concept of death left me confused and deeply disturbed at that time. Seeing his lifeless body there scared me to death.
But on the next years after that event, I started to live a Christian life and the thought of death didn’t scare me that much. After all, Christians should not fear death, on the contrary, we must be happy to meet Jesus Christ, our Savior. Well, that was in my youth years, but now, that I’m getting older, I kind of like this life and want to last as long as possible. I will more than happy to live many many one of those Mondays from now on (if I would only remember this next Monday).
Now, back to Dr. Lina Bolanos and her fiancee Dr. Richard Field, it’s a really tragedy to die the way they died. And this scares me so much because I read so many good things about them and I wonder how come they had such a horrible death. They might have planned to help people and have children and to raise them with love, now nothing of these will ever happen. That’s so so so sad. The news reports say they knew their killer and if that is true is even sadder.
Life happens. Deaths happens.
To end in a positive tone
I will leave you with the lyrics of a wonderful poem about life by Charlotte Bronte:
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!