Why is Death so wonderful, so worthy of celebration?

For one, your nutrition doesn’t come directly from the living.

Every newborn baby shouts their first cry from atop a mountain of ancestral bones.

Every drop of water, every clump of oxygen is deconstructed, its contents stolen by cells greedy for motion—the Winter Death of the leaves is motion for the soil, and the soil for cells again.

A person’s end is the reminder of their present. If we were to prevent death altogether, we would prevent life as well.

Death is the Author of Life.

Death is Change, Itself.

So why not celebrate it?

Celebrating Death does not negate our Grief when its selections cut through our hearts and memories. Neither does it grant us the time we so wish to regain from Death’s ever-premature visits.

We must not forget, though it took that one from us, it was Death that gave that one to us in the first place.

When we see Death for what it is—the Change in which all Living has its being—we can celebrate its contributions to us, even as we love and lose them.

To those who celebrate, a very Blessed Samhain, and Happy Halloween

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