about life and death

"i don't know what he's so afraid of" "death is another stage of life, just like childhood, adolescence or motherhood..."

those were the words of a heartbroken woman trying to convince herself that the grave health condition of the love of her life was something she should accept humbly.

the man she was crying for is a man a lot of people will cry for. he's a wonderful person. i too hate to see him go through this. he loves life and doesn't want to let go. i, myself, wish he wouldn't but i can't deny that it might just be time to. he's suffering and by the looks of things he won't be able to recover. he's had an amazing life: seriously, someone could write a best-selling book about it.

it's so hard, every time, to accept it. death. but that isn't really any one's prerogative, is it?

well. you have to accept it. there is no other choice. and you can always keep your memories and learnings. nothing and no one can take that. i've learned and received so much from quique. he will always exist in my heart, no matter when his time comes.