On Mortality & Coincidences, Part 1
Sometimes the timing of the events in your life is uncanny, almost as if some divine presence is trying to reify platitudes, or some less didactic force of nature is challenging you to deeper meaning in what really amounts to little more than a string of coincidences.
At roughly 1 a.m. PST yesterday, my grandmother in Vietnam passed away. I can't say I'm terribly sad and I won't pretend to be. My memories of her are half foggy half fictional at best. My only conscious interactions with her were when I was 10 years old, re-visiting Vietnam for the first and only time in my life thus far. I remember telling her that I liked eating sunny side up eggs with a dash of specialized Vietnamese chili sauce. I remember waking up to sunny side up eggs with a dash of specialized Vietnamese chili sauce everyday after that.
She died one week before my birthday. I connect the dots. I call it the circle of life. One week we commemorate someone's death, the next we celebrate someone's birth.
At roughly 1 a.m. PST yesterday, my grandmother in Vietnam passed away. I can't say I'm terribly sad and I won't pretend to be. My memories of her are half foggy half fictional at best. My only conscious interactions with her were when I was 10 years old, re-visiting Vietnam for the first and only time in my life thus far. I remember telling her that I liked eating sunny side up eggs with a dash of specialized Vietnamese chili sauce. I remember waking up to sunny side up eggs with a dash of specialized Vietnamese chili sauce everyday after that.
She died one week before my birthday. I connect the dots. I call it the circle of life. One week we commemorate someone's death, the next we celebrate someone's birth.