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Death Came Knocking

Updated on June 5, 2012

I found death waiting on my door step the other night. I opened the door much to Deaths surprise and invited him in. He followed me, though quite unaccustomed to being summoned and seemed curious at the same time. I beckoned him to the kitchen table and we both sat.

I looked Death in the eye that night and even talked to him. I decided since Death would inevitably come knocking that I wanted him to understand the kind of person I was. Afterall, Death only knew death, that after part of life.

He looked at me, I looked at him. I cleared my throat and began to explain my life. He stopped me and showed that he knew of my life and all the things in it. I noticed something missing while he showed my life to me. It was all in black and white, so clear and cut, hard and a tear welled up in my eye. Death seemed transfixed, as if my life hung in a balanced state at that very moment. Understanding overcame me. Death had no feeling, his was a job that required only his obedience. Sadness filled up inside my very being, how selfish I had been to think I could explain my very existence.

Death looked at me and through me, waiting as he had been since the day of my birth. Death was never far away, still in the background, in the shadows, waiting. He had been there at my side, throughout my life, waiting during my first car accident, waiting at the corner when I stepped off the curb, still waiting at my front door. Each time it seemed as if I had beckoned Death, then pulled back, cheating him of his cause. Yet there was something else, something that I felt that I needed to show him. Feeling, it was the feelings he missed out on, the reason he entered that night without taking and I began to color my life in vivid reds, hues of oranges, brilliant yellows, blues, greens, and all those millions of colors that lay between. He just nodded, and if he smiled I do not know, for one does not look directly into Deaths face twice. I now understood his visit, yes his visit, not my request as I had first thought when I opened my door. Life is to be lived, vividly, colorfully, and lovingly, enjoy what you can, for Death will come soon enough for you, weather you open the door or not.


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      sdaughtry 5 years ago

      Thank you very much for all the wonderful and thoughtful comments. I really enjoyed writing this hub.

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      dmop 5 years ago from Cambridge City, IN

      I don't fear death, as I have learned to embrace life and know that I have seized every opportunity to live it. Wonderful writing, voted up and awesome.

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      DS Duby 5 years ago from United States, Illinois

      Voted up and sharing. That's all I have to say. Oh and beautiful.

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 5 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      From the moment we take our first breath, death lurks in the shadows, it is the one certainty in life, but we do not have to go gently into that good night, we can rage against the dying of the light.

      Beautiful creative writing. Voted up.

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      nenytridiana 5 years ago from Probolinggo - Jawa Timur - Indonesia

      Abselutely right! When the death come to us, we have no excuses and no escape!

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      Marcy Goodfleisch 5 years ago from Planet Earth

      This is definitely food for thought - very well done. Thanks for reminding us that we are all on that doorstep!

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      Mike Pugh 5 years ago from New York City

      I have came very close to dieing a few times in my life, and this hub definitely states its claim to such a near visit.

      Death is also a fact of life, that no matter whom we are it shall stare at us all as you've said, and we have no choice but to deal with it once its all said and done. I do like to think of it as a transition from one form of energy to the next, similar to mass transfer in chemistry, well we all will see in due time either way.

      Nice hub and its getting voted up for sure, and shared.

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      Angela Brummer 5 years ago from Lincoln, Nebraska

      This is truely amazing it needs pulished in a book or framed or something! I'm sharing this!

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      Rebecca Mealey 5 years ago from Northeastern Georgia, USA

      This is such a beautiful piece of writing. Can we view death as the passing into a more perfect life somehow?