My father passed away last weekend, it's really made me think about how I relate to other people, and life in general. I know it might not be possible, but it's almost like I want to be totally aware of the transitory nature of things so that I truly value them.
He was a hard man to be friends with, with a drinking and anger problem that made me a little too worried to get really close with him. On the other hand he was extremely generous to a fault, and I know he wanted the two of us to understand each other better but I was too afraid. I really miss him and it's hard to believe he's not there anymore.
It's also interesting that this happened just as I was starting to make cremation glass, the one in the photo is my second piece made using cremated remains (these particular ashes were from a dog that passed way, the bottom of the paperweight is a mixture of clear glass and ash). It's like death is visiting me, and not in a spooky way but more like it's here to teach me something.
Feel free to share your own experiences with death, I'd appreciate it.