Until recently I used to be terrified by the whole idea of dying. I was scared of my own death. I feared that I’d lose my dear ones. I was uncomfortable talking about death, or anything related to it, as if it would bring a bad karma. Sort of bad thoughts will drag bad events.
Last Sunday my neighbour died. He was seventy two years old. I loved Gene. He was such a charismatic person. He would always make me laugh, even when I was having a bad day. If I think better, he was the funniest person I have ever met. He always had something to say about everything. He would not miss a chance to let one know what was on his mind.
When I first met him, I was only getting about half of his jokes. Once I started to hang out more with him, I realized the man was capable to crack jokes about anything. His sense of humour was incredible. Compared to him, some reputable comedians looked average. He was that good! No one could stay around him without laughing.
The day he passed away, his house was silent. For the first time in so many years, no one heard him or his lovely wife laughing. When I heard the news of his death, I truly believed that it was a prank. Gene could not die just like that. Come on! He was not ready to go yet! He just had done a Dental prosthesis Boisbriand. He was supposed to go out with me to a movie and have fun pranking my kids.
The whole day I expected someone to come and tell me that it was a joke. My mind was refusing to accept he was gone. It was more believable to see him all of the sudden saying “Gotcha!”
When I went to his place to pay my respects, he was laying down on his bed. I sat beside him and held his hand. It was still warm. It was so strange to talk to him and not get back any comment. His wife was sited in a corner of the room, sobbing quietly. I stood up, walked to her and gave her a hug. We both started to cry instantly. Everything felt so surreal.
I looked at Gene again. He seemed to be asleep, not dead. In that moment I realized that I no longer feared death. It did not look that terrible at all as it used to. Gene died fast and happy. I guess I had to lose him, to finally understand that my fears were foolish. Death is the only certainty we have.