Essay Memory - Life

Sunset. Dazzling and bloody, bright and crimson. The sunset of the sun and the unexpected sunset of life on earth. Death. Unforeseen and blind, cruel and treacherous. It comes. It comes when you least expect it and are completely unprepared. It comes and takes away your beloved and dear person, the meaning of your life and hope for the future. Without asking for permission and without hearing an answer. The person with whom you have lived your entire life. A beloved one, with whom you share so much. Joys and hopes, pain and suffering, good and bad. He leaves. He leaves – and takes a piece of your soul, your attention, warmth, and love. He goes to a place from which there is no return. Pain. Strong, burning, and unbearable. It pierces your body and soul like a dagger, tearing you apart into pieces, scraps, and fragments. Stopping of breath, stopping of the heart. It seems that life has ended, cut off. A dead end. Cold and terrifying. And there is no way out. It seems that you cannot live without your beloved person anymore, you see no meaning, you cannot walk, work, greet the dawns and sunsets, rejoice in life, strive for something, and desire anything. Emptiness. Icy and ringing. There is emptiness in the soul, emptiness in the heart, emptiness on earth and in the entire universe. No feelings, thoughts, desires. There is no one and nothing. Time is needed. Each person has their own span of time. Months, years, decades. But even it cannot erase from memory his name, his warmth, care, good deeds and actions, tender gaze, and boundless love for you. Memories. Painful and tender, chilling the soul and heart, evoking tears of love and resentment. Memory. Tenacious and persistent. Again and again it will return to him, the beloved and dear person. And again he will be near, with you, in your thoughts, your feelings, dreams, and sleep. Gratitude. Pure and sincere. It will rise like a wave from the most hidden places of your soul and cover you like a tsunami. Life. Beautiful and unique. Despite everything, it continues. Without him, the only and irreplaceable, beloved and desired. You must live. Gritting your teeth, clenching your fists. He would certainly want you to live. Even without him, but to live, and to be happy. Fate. It is unique and unpredictable. And we cannot change it. We just need to be grateful to it for everything. A trace on earth. For yourself, for him, for children and future generations. And again, in the movement of the wind, in the smile of a child, in the singing of birds and the breath of coolness, he will return to you. And everything will start anew. The circle is closed.