It happens over and over, day after day. Someone looses a family member. It is never easy no matter how you try to look at it. The only thing I could come up with is that without death, one would have never lived. And without living, one could not add to your life experience. So without death of a loved one, your life would surely have been different.
Tory came into our lives 18 year ago when found by a road side. She was small. So small she fit into the palm of our hand. The nickname of “Baby Kitty” stuck throughout her life right. But also did “Tory the tornado”. You see, even though she remained small, with her head never really growing to fit her body, she was the queen of all and could back that up if she wanted to. (mostly via a very loud voice.) So she would tare though the home at times putting someone into there place who thought maybe they could get away with something. At the water dish and she wanted to drink…you moved. That is just the way it was.
But because of her life, she forever changed ours. And again, without death, she would have never lived and thus could not have giving us all the love and memories we now have. (Even though it all was on her terms.)
I am having a hard time witting this after 18 years. So I’ll it some up my thought.
Life can not be life without death. For without death, life would have no meaning. For it is through death that a life was truly lived and was added to your own. Thanks Baby Kitty, Thanks.