Of beginnings and ends. The Sun was a painting a new crimson on the snow clad canvas that Himalayas seemed to become . These trees stood firm and beautiful. Bereft of leaves but beautiful still. A new season was coming. This season was ending.
In the end, there is a beginning. Always. The end of one season heralds the beginning of another. The end of a day rustles up a new night. The end of night gets the Sun to wave in its crimson magic.
So what does death mean, if not a new beginning? For both the soul that’s departed and the families and friends that grapple with the departure. With nothing more than a legacy, woven together by a clutch of memories and collected artefacts.
Two years ago, to this date my dad went his way. It’s been a new beginning. To learn to live without his presence.
Some people’s presence outstrips their life. They cause a new beginning everyday. Even though their end came long ago. He was one of them.
But then, what is an end if not a new beginning?
Do share a thought if you have one. About ends and beginnings. It can be a new beginning to someone who is coping with an end.
Anyone.
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