We are Born Alone and We Die Alone

We are born alone and we die alone. A simple concept, which continues to ring true throughout
my waking hours of living. No matter what has happened in my life, I have come to conclude,
that we are born alone and we die alone. Even if you are on your deathbed, and you have your
family and friends wishing that you would not leave them; you seem to forget that they are
there. When you are on that deathbed, all you can think off, and hope for is that afterlife exists
and you have done good deeds in this world, so that you could return to a better life than the
one you just lived and experienced.

Many people would feel lost for words, because no one really talks about being alone in this
empty life. However, I feel that it is my duty to start the conversations, in order to get people
thinking about their beliefs and sharing them with me and others.

Sure, we might come into this world as lonely souls, but we leave as experienced and lovable
souls/spirits. Even the troubled souls/spirits who commit suicide have love in one way or
another. One would argue that when we are born, we are not really born alone, because we have
parents who are waiting for us on the other side of the plane. However, I would argue that we
are in fact born alone. The womb is one lonely place. Even with all of the assistance by the
Doctors, Mothers and Fathers, we are indefinably alone, because our surroundings are new. In
addition, for 9 months that we are in the womb of our mother, we are also alone.

Coming into this world is a beautiful thing of itself. When we are born, our loneliness could be
healed, if the environment is a right type of environment. Nevertheless, no matter how you spin
the turntable, you come into this world alone. Having an environment that changes your
loneliness is important. If the environment is lacking any consistent love, our psyche is broken;
we stay broken and continue declining with a fear being lonely and not loved. It does not take
much for that to change, however. Loneliness could be healed. Ignoring this fact is ignorance at
it’s finest hour.

When we die, our surroundings might include the people we have given all of ourselves too.
Sometimes, we die without anyone around and I would say that the death of not knowing when
we die is a lonely feat of it's own merit. Death should not be looked down, upon. As death is a
next step into a place that is not here. I do not know if it is better place than here, but I do
know, it is a place from here.

When we are on our deathbed, we might feel love and happiness of how life turned out to be.
However, many feel discomfort of how they lived their life. Even the ones, who feel happiness
and joy when on their deathbed, feel alone as well. As they know that even if anyone is around
them, they cannot take them with them.

I know that these thoughts might not ring true for everyone. Nevertheless, beliefs and thoughts
change dramatically throughout ones life. I might be speaking from ignorance of age,
experience, or both. However, you simply cannot deny, some of the possibilities I have outlined
in this article/essay. Death is a difficult topic for many people who are involved. But it does not
have to be a topic of pain and suffering. If more people speak or discuss this topic, we could
learn ways to quite our hearts and minds, in order to prepare ourselves and our loved ones.
I wish to tell you a little story of my grandmother who passed a way about a year ago. From my
encounter with her and the remembrance, I had about her and with her. I come to recollect that
when she was born, the environment she grew up in, was a loving and a consistent environment
of laughter and joy. However, with time, love and joy started disappearing from her life. Many
reasons for that, one was her health deteriorated quickly. She was a very sick human being. I
remember her living with one lung, half of a long intestine and hardly any small intestines. She
was a strong person and a person full of life. But battling these kinds of health issues and
others, played a huge roll in her difficulty in staying happy and full of joy in this life. I know
that before her passing, she told my grandpa that it was her time to go. I remember my
grandfather’s words vividly. “She looked at me, full of focus.” my grandfather telling me when
I was visiting him. “I can feel that it is my time to go,” she said. My grandfather asked where
she was going? her response was. “I'm going home,” she responded proudly as she fell to sleep.
She slept a lot because she was not eating and so, she did not have much energy to do anything
else. This was a difficult time for me. I was afraid of death before her passing. However, she
gave me a meaning in order for me to search for my own conclusions to death. When she
passed on, I begged her to contact me. I waited 8 months before my begging was answered. My
grandmother spoke to me in my dreams. I wrote an article entitled, “Is There a Hell or a
Heaven?” She responded in my dreams, “Heaven and Hell do not exist.” I was also able to ask
her if she was all right and she was able to respond by saying, “I'm better then I have ever
been.” She looked happy from what I was able to recall from my dreams. My grandmother had
a gown that was all white. My grandmother had a long white gown that went down to her feet.
You were able to see her ankles, but you could see that the gown hung loosely as it was free
just like she was. It was as if she was floating in the air, smiling and answering my questions
without any worries in her world. It was a perfect timing too. I was struggling with life as any
other young man my age.
This little experience was one of many I have had during this life here on this planet. Death is
freedom to my own existence and a way to reconnect with my self on another part of a
paralleled universe.