Blahs on Death

So this has been a difficult week in one case, I've been dealing with a difficult death, getting over an injury, getting used to my new medication and subsequently, my new appetite. What I realised is that I never really explained my whole view on death, why I haven't really cried yet and how this has made me more positive rather than breaking down. I guess, with all that I've been through, I figure there's nowhere to go but up, right? I never contemplated any of this til now but I think I understand more of it now myself. So, death to me, is still a loss, there is still the memories and the sadness and pain surrounding it, that's pretty much inevitable. But I believe that it is not the end, the soul moves on and is eventually reborn. This is where karma comes in. I am never, by all means preaching to you or anyone at all. I am simply sharing why I can at times, freak others out with my positivity surrounding death. So, yes, I have Buddhist beliefs. Though I don't believe in fate, I do believe in being tested along the way, all due to our actions what these challenges may be. The people we encounter have something specific to teach us, sometimes a lifetime of friendship whereas others come into our lives and move on. People come and go, we all die, we all know we'll die so this shouldn't be seen as such a shocking thing. The hardest part of this recent death was knowing that she went so young. This didn't make sense to me. I realised recently at the funeral, young or old, someone can still have a huge impact on your life. By this child being taken away, maybe it drew light to her. Maybe others were able to see what an amazing soul she was much clearer? I don't know, all I do know is that in this short life, I was taught a great deal. The ability she had to light up a room, the cheeky and fun nature everything was done. This was no ordinary child, this was a special girl. I am truly blessed to have not only known her but to have called her my friend. I don't know where this view on things became so easy, though I do know that my Grandmother taught me in her death, that the end doesn't have to mean pain. I watched her die, slowly over a few weeks, even take her last breath.. But there were endless laughs along the way and the whole process, while not a joyous occasion, became about celebrating a wonderful person and a life and giving her the send off she deserved.