I would remember dead to tell about life. While kids of all ages celebrate Halloween and try to defy death by caricaturing it and disguising it to make fun of fear, the reality of the unknown remains and still anguishes those without hope who travel in the times of the end of life. While the children play tricks and tricks: “Every year, on November 2nd, it is customary for the dead to go to the Cemetery.
Everyone ll’adda makes chesta crianza; everyone adda tené chistu penziero ”. In truth, fewer and fewer people do this crianza, the question about death, its meaning, beyond the mockery of a day of madness, flees the thought and does not provoke visions. You simply try to ignore it even in the memory of those who “pass” through it, thinking that they can avoid it. But death is subtle, it makes no discounts, and suddenly devastates.
Perhaps a commemoration for the dearly departed was given, rather than to honor the past of the deceased, to give meaning to the present of the living and in any case come to terms with a truth that in any case concerns us. I fondly remember the great chats made face to face with Aldo Masullo, eye to eye, different ages and faiths telling each other about life and reasoning about hope. We often met at his house or even with me. The great secular thinker, a giant of spirituality, questioned the future of destinies and reasoned about nothing afterwards, about loves consumed by time and consigned to no time that did not exist for him except in the memory of those who remain: ” it provokes the destiny of the loves lived and the death that engulfs them. You, he repeated to me, believe in the eternal and console you, I console myself by believing in time and hoping in the memory of those who remain “.
Death cannot be avoided, death judges life, provokes it with its meaning and perhaps guides it in its choices. Believers or not, open to the future beyond time or otherwise oriented to think about the end of life, you cannot avoid having to deal with “our holy bodily death”, it belongs to you as your first breath, as the time you are consuming, as the love you are experiencing, as well as the good and the bad you are digesting. You would like to try to escape his face, you would like to perch protected by the alibi that in the end death is an accident: “He died because he was old, because he was sick; he died because he had an accident, because he was unlucky; he died because he was there or maybe… ”, when it would be logical to say:“ he died because he was born ”and whoever is born sooner or later dies. There is no statistic that tells you when, there is no prophet that tells you how, there is no science that tells you where, only one certainty: death travels with you, lives the time of your life until the day that takes life. And if this is the case, dying is part of history, and if so it would be worth remembering that we must die to exalt the life that has been given to us to the last breath. Dying belongs to the living and to deal with death belongs only to those who want to honor life until the last moment. Yes, because it will not be the fear of death or the ignorance of dying that will make us die better, that will make us leave this valley of tears with dignity which, let’s face it, is still a valley that we like to live in even in tears. There is no remedy for death, for a life without dignity, yes.
You can die alive or arrive dead already, this is the story if you are a believer or not, if you have planted meaning in the land of the time that has been granted to you or you have wasted it by emptying it of human. You die alive if you leave the memory of love, affection, shared bread of joys and pain, although fragility and defects, you have divided your life and your life remains in those who remain. Die dead if the only god you have served is your womb and your selfishness, with no other, no other than yourself, a prisoner of self-conceit. With no one crying for you, no one who remembers you. Death must be honored, the correspondence of loving senses, layman or believer, grants a time beyond time, it is a divine gift for the laity because it gives them a form of immortality, it is the premise of future eternity for those who believe in the resurrection. which is possible only by overcoming death with love. On November 2nd everyone adda tené chistu penziero, it would really be desirable that everyone ‘a did still chesta crianza.