Curiosity of Death

A friend’s too young son died today.

There are always questions, and never answers as to why.

Their generation suffers from an underlying hum of anxiety and depression, feelings that are too often unnamed and unexamined. Many of them are even loved by so many and likely have so much life in front of them. Yet they make the decision to end this.

Is it a conscious choice, or one that is made in the blackout of depression?

Or is it simply a curiosity of death the drives them to discover the next chapter in the infinite field of possibilities?

Maybe they’ve pondered all the existential questions of this life and feel like there’s more to learn in the next?

This is in no way a means to add salt to the searing wounds of those left behind….it is only a ponderance.

Perhaps they were not completely in pain, but were pushed to the outer bounds by the underlying not-enoughness or what-ifness.

Whatever their impulses, may we honor them on the next leg of their journey.