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Life Goes On

When life dies the night before, the sun still rises the following day.

By Cara PicklesPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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Sunday, 11:05 PM -

It's been five years, three months, and 21 days since the diagnosis of my good friend Izzy—Cancer, stage 4, terminal. Given approximately six years to live...

For only a week now Izzy's health, mind, and spirit have been declining rapidly. Yesterday Izzy forgot who I was, the beginning of a sad end for a beautiful person. I know now that her time here on Earth is drawing to a close and after time, I have come to accept that this is going to happen. What I cannot accept is imagining life without my dearest friend, my soul sister from another pool of genes. How will life continue? How will I move forward?

We haven't been given the six years with Izzy we were promised by the trained medical professionals but I suppose they don't ever truly decide that, nature does but they just give you numbers so that you don't question it anymore. Time is a mystery and despite how happy you are, you'll never really know when the batteries on the clock are going to run out.

A week ago, Izzy was laughing, running with her dogs, and baking cookies with silly faces iced on—the facade of good health and happy spirit. What she wore was a mask over a very brave face. Inside, she's been screaming for a years, feeling her soul being ripped away from her, losing touch with life one slow day at a time. Heartbreaking to witness from a distance but even harder to go through, alone.

Tuesday, 6:06 AM -

I'm awoken by a ringing telephone three yards from my bed. Somehow the sound of this ring is different to any other telephone ring I've ever heard. It speaks to me before the person on the other end of the line has had the chance to. With hesitation but no doubt in my mind, I answer. "I'm sorry to have to wake you but I thought I'd be the first to let you know that Izzy passed peacefully in her sleep at 5:06 AM with no pain at all." The rest of that phone is cascaded by the sound of the birds chirping happily outside. The sound of a breezy spring day filling the air. The sunshine blaring through my windows, just like yesterday.

I walk towards my window, phone in hand, nothing going through my mind except tranquillity, sadness but relief, relief my dear Izzy is no longer suffering and fighting a force she can no longer fight. Nature has accepted her as one of its own and her spirit surrounds me as I mourn her smiles and comfort. A feather falls past the window in front of me, a sign that she is still here.

Today I light a candle for you Izzy, and tomorrow it will still burn.

[The point of this story is, is to always remember that no matter how hard times get, or no matter if someone passes, life will stop for no one or nothing. Nature is a beautiful force no one can reckon with, not even the gentlest, kindest, fiercest souls. Nature will take you in as one of its own and claim you when it's ready.]

"When life dies the night before, the sun still rises the following day."

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