I donâ€™t believe in God. I donâ€™t believe in fate. I donâ€™t believe in luck. And though I believe our planet requires a certain balance that we as a species seem intent on ignoring, there is no balance on a cosmic scale — karma is nothing more than an overused dance club name.
But I do believe that life is fragile; it is easier to take away than to give. A few months ago my great aunt was diagnosed with a terminal brain cancer.
There is no more final word in the English language. It is there to let us know that there is no light at the end of this tunnel, just a dead end. Today I got the call I knew was coming, that she died. It was peaceful, because that is was that is what we need to believe. I wonâ€™t mourn my aunt for long, but my heart goes out for my uncle, because the room gets a little dusty just thinking about what heâ€™s going through.
It makes me so glad that we finally decided to have children and that we have two perfect boys. You can gather a lot of money, toys, and friends in this life but one day all that you will have left is your family.
In a society where all ideals like manners, chivalry and even decency have gone by the wayside we need to know that when our time comes weâ€™ve done all we can to take care of those we leave behind. Sure, when I die my wife and boys will have more than enough money to live a middle class life, but instead Iâ€™ve left them something far more valuable.
Goodbye Aunty Helen. I wasnâ€™t much of a nephew, but I love you.