Story: The Death Horizon
Author: @shin-hana
One of the hardest things we can do is let go of someone we love so dearly to death.
In the days before the existence of a reliable aircraft, most people traveled from continent to continent with large passenger ships across the ocean. As the ship is about to sail, passengers will line up on the deck of the ship, on the side of the pier where their family and friends stand.
When the steam siren sounded a departure, those on board and those on the dock waved, kissed from afar, and shouted farewell as the ship slowly drifted away. Soon, the ship was too far away for those on the dock to distinguish anyone in the ranks of the passengers still standing on the deck, yet they were still waving and looking.
A few minutes later, the boat was even too far away to be able to see the passengers, yet still the lovers would remain on the dock looking at the ever-disappearing ship where their loved ones were.
Then the ship will reach a horizon boundary line, then disappear altogether. However, although family and friends on land can not see their loved ones anymore, let alone talk or touch them, they know that their loved ones are not completely gone. They just go across a line, the horizon, which separates us from far away. They know that they will meet again.
The same can be said when our loved one dies. If we are lucky, we are on their bending side, hugging them, and saying goodbye last farewell. Then they sail to the ocean, that is death. They are fading away from us.
In the end, they reach the horizon, the dividing line that separates this life from the one out there. Once they cross that line, we can not see them anymore, let alone talk or touch them, but we know that they have not disappeared at all.
They are just past a line, death, that separates us from the out there. We will meet each other again.
Thanks from me: @shin-hana. Hopefully my writing and my story will be a motivation for you.
