This is kind of weird to write about because I have never been an emotional person in general, nor have I ever felt the need to talk about mortality, but I think now is a time where I can not ignore it.
My German professor, Dr. Spanier, died last night.
I have always thought that the difference between life and death is fascinating. I mean, it is a difficult thing for the mind to understand. One day, a person is alive and well, going about their daily duties with no thought of it ending, and the next day, their spirit is gone from this world and their body is left an empty shell for their loved ones to bury.
I have seen dead bodies before (I worked as an intern in a county coroner's office), and that moment when life ends is so quick and final that my mind can not help but ponder over it.
I wonder about what is next.
I don't mean what is next on the path of a human soul, I mean what is next for me, for the people who are left in this world when someone passes to the next. What is going to have to change and what am I going to have to get used to now that that someone is gone.
What amazes me is the ability...the necessity for life to move on. Those that are left must accept what has passed and continue in our struggle. We must remember what those who have died did but we can not stay in the past.
I talk about this as if Dr. Spanier was a close friend of mine. I would call him a friend and he did have a noteworthy impact on my life, but the fact that death has touched someone I know has cause these thoughts to come to the forefront of my mind.
Death is a strange thing...
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