DEATH

Human beings are fantabulous... They can modify, mould, decify, at various levels in  life. As life moves on perspective of death keeps changing..The kiddoos phase defined DEATH as a ceremony of family get together, distant relatives visiting us in a rash, amidst the oscillating moves of happiness and sadness. Paul Kalanithi's  "When Breath Becomes Air" set me into the tunnel of the unvisited  grey shades of a happy journey. This is a must read for anybody above 16. I found it very hard to  handle MYSELF  for another 3 months post-reading the text. A person's conscious way of dealing with the final destined moments took me aback. To know that Kalanithi had a choice to recreate his emotions by agreeing to have a baby strikes the unconscious mind of any human being. A human's living period  over the earth is destined the moment he is born. At ease, we take things and relationships for granted flowing with life when realisation dawns at the end. A dead person is terribly missed for personal reasons...hard to say these reasons are mostly self-centered and never missed for what the person WAS!! Death redefines a person.....