Celebrating The End?

Today I went over to my neighbors house, an an old lady that lives by herself. I went over there to ask her to please cut her trees because they're overgrowing into my yard, so much so that they are causing the fence to be pushed to the ground.

Anyway, I know she's not been there for awhile, because someone who was feeding her cats had told me that she was in the hospital.

So when I actually saw someone parked in the driveway, I jumped at the chance to get these trees cut back because they're ruining my fence.

As I walked up the stairs I could feel that I had walked into the end of something, and that something was the actual ending to someone's life.

I looked past the open door into the living room and I saw boxes full of old stuff that was junkey and dusty and old...

But to the old lady that had lived there these were her things, her belongings and now they were just so randomly thrown in boxes, containers that were full of shoes, clothes, her life.

As I looked around the living room I saw an old dusty stereo from another time, that kind that actually had the arm with the needle, I remember those from when I was a kid.

She had a green and white shag carpet, very 1970's and all the furniture was brown, worn and made ugly by the passage of time.

All her trinkets looked dusty and worthless...but these worthless objects were a part of this woman I didn't know. They must of meant something to her.

And there I was witnessing something very personal...

I was observing the end of her life...all of her "stuff" was being piled into boxes to be thrown away or sold at an estate sale.

The end of her life....

Later as I was driving around a thought occurred to me...Why don't we celebrate the end of a life?

Why is the end of life so oppressive? So opposite as the beginning of life.....

Is it because the end of life is the end of our dreams? The end of what could of been?

Hopefully when we leave we are shedding all those old disappointments and leaving them with all those boxes of junk, and going on to a place free of all the worthless "stuff" we've accumulated while here on earth..

And just maybe that oppressive end to this woman's live was actually the freeing of her soul, because she had left her worthless 'stuff' behind so she could travel more freely through the universe.

I hope so.