Endings

On a sunny Thursday morning my grandfather passed away. He had lived through 90 long years and it was already his time to go. His death didn't shock me so much, I had never been too close to him, more than mournful I felt happy, that bittersweet sensation that you get once you have passed to a new phase of life. I felt glad for my grandfather, I knew he was in a better place, yet sad because I was't going to see him ever again. 

As they lured his coffin into the ground I began to think about his life, his true meaning here on earth. See, I believe that we are all alive for a reason, we all have a purpose in life, and once we have achieved our mission we are free to go. While my grandfather was alive, he didn't impact me so much as a person; however, his death made me realize countless things for which I will be eternally thankful.

I didn't visit my grandfather nearly as much as I would have wanted, i never truly new him as a person and now that i have realized this it is too late to go back. Yet his passing away opened my eyes towards realizing that I had been taking things for granted. Samuel Fischman was an amazing man with thousands of stories to tell, stories that now I will never be able to listen. Yet, I am lucky enough to still have two grandparents alive, two grandparents that have so much to tell and so much to teach me. And thanks to my grandfather, Samuel, now I will make sure their stories are heard. 

This week I was ready to blog about finishing my POL, nearing the end of the school year and reflecting on my progress as a learner, yet I have noticed that things like these come unexpected; however, I still believe this blog can relate pretty well. Weather it's nearing the finale of a book, a project or a phase of your life, endings can be scary, but if I have learned something from this experience it's that that everything happens for a reason, and every end is just the start of a new beginning.