The Judgement

 How do you know you lived a good life ? Its death that celebrates the life you had. 

Today, somebody close to me passed away. I am still not clear why he was close to me. But when I heard the news, it meant something to me. I shutdown my laptop to attend his funeral. Just wanted to see him one last time. 

May be it was the guilt that I did not see him when he was alive that drove me. May be it was the camaraderie that started between a 10 year old and a 58 year old. We seldom spoke. But every time we spoke it was an epiphany. It was that feeling that somebody has walked through the path that you wish to follow or perhaps you are following and nobody in the world understands the meaning of doing the same.

I reached hardly an hour before the funeral. I expected a silent affair. After all, when an 88 year old passes away, few people turn up. Especially after Covid-19 when people have reconciled with death. But it was not so. Throngs of people were there; relatives, some neighbors, few friends, friends of his children and perhaps one or two like me. I released that life is judged by the death and the farewell you have. He died peacefully in his sleep and there were many to bid him goodbye. 

And if i were to die today, I can hardly count on 5 people who would turn up. Need to catch up!