Sky Full of Stars

it is always so difficult to speak about the death, the way everything ends or just pretends to be ended. because we never know the truth, and nobody does, actually.

however, when we speak about life, we usually remember some details which were truthfully genuine for us, details which created our life the way it is in the present.

i never knew what actually death of a close person feels like until today. i faced it for the first time of my life and i have never ever imagined it in the way i really feel.

the brightest detail of this person was his eyes. pure and innocent, even at his 80s.

how can it truthfully be that through the whole life a person did not lose the cleanness of his soul which is mirrored by the eyes?

when you look at any person, who is struggling with his/her own health, you always pay attention on their eyes — eyes, full of kindness, curiosity and imagination. like children. but adults.

probably, when a person starts realizing the possible destination of his/her current life, all childish memories and questions are coming back to the mind?

probably, because of the inevitability of this sudden change which is faced by the end of the life people are searching for those things which they have never noticed, but which have always been a necessary part of them.

so, these blue, pure and innocent eyes, full of clarity and joy despite the situation. this is what will be kept as my last beautiful memory.

03/11/18