Shigé Clark Writing

Today I contemplated death. I found that death is in many ways foreign to me. I have had the good fortune of health throughout my life. I have yet to lose a close family member, though I know many others who have not had such blessing. Of course, grief often accompanies these events no matter one’s age, and while I do not pretend fully to understand the experience of loss, even entertaining the idea leaves me deeply pained. To lose my mother or father, who have been loving foundations of support for me in my best and worst of times, would prove devastating. My younger sister, so full of vibrancy and potential, would be still worse. If I found myself on my deathbed, bereft of all the hopes and dreams I once held dear, what could I say for myself? I do not envy the pain, questions, and sorrow that…