Death and Life
At about 6.30am Tuesday morning, I received a phone call from a friend. A work collegues father had died and he wanted pick me up and take me to the memorial.
Memories flooded back.
Its 2 1/2 years since Ben died in Cambodia. A year since Ben died in Adelaide. Only 4 months since Elissa died in Canberra.
For every one of these deaths I have been in Bolivia.
For Bolivians burial is quick. Isela´s father died on Monday night. We went to her house where an open casket laid to pay our respects on Tuesday morning. He was buried Tuesday afternoon.
For the 4th time in less than 3 years, I realise that life is extremely short. That what we have right now is extremely precious and that happiness is not an illusive goal, but is the present.
For many of the things Bolivia has given me, the most significant has been the recognition of the beauty of life and the importance of being happy.
Memories flooded back.
Its 2 1/2 years since Ben died in Cambodia. A year since Ben died in Adelaide. Only 4 months since Elissa died in Canberra.
For every one of these deaths I have been in Bolivia.
For Bolivians burial is quick. Isela´s father died on Monday night. We went to her house where an open casket laid to pay our respects on Tuesday morning. He was buried Tuesday afternoon.
For the 4th time in less than 3 years, I realise that life is extremely short. That what we have right now is extremely precious and that happiness is not an illusive goal, but is the present.
For many of the things Bolivia has given me, the most significant has been the recognition of the beauty of life and the importance of being happy.
posted by Paula Pfoeffer at
12:45 am
