Sunday, January 22, 2012

Undone


Unmade, unread, unfinished, undone.

Some will say that an animal has no soul, almost as if to justify the ease by which us humans can and will take an animal's life. Look into the eyes of your pet and you will feel that it may have more of a soul than us humans, especially when you examine what we humans are capable of. I cried when I had to put Liz down. But I didn't shed a tear when my own grandfather passed on. What does that make me?

A young man cut down early in life is always a sad thing, without having experienced the fullness of life; To pass from this world as a son but never a husband and father. So many things left undone, so much left unspoken, so many moments missed.

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