I’ve been trying to figure out how to share my memories of Shiloh without dragging the energy down lower than a snails crawl. On the one hand, we shared some incredible moments, but the flipside of each, is a painful moment.
Of course no one wants to read a sad story, but the reality of life is very real. It’s definitely a balancing act, and some have asked “why care”. But I think that’s the beauty of spending time with Shi, he makes you want to be better, do more, give more. And I think you learn from hardship, you grow from your pain.
I remember people telling me that Shi passing was for “the greater good”. I’m not convinced theres any possible benefit to loosing a child. Yes, death is a part of life, but I’m not buying that there’s some grand plan! Now, I will say pain will teach you something about yourself, but the lesson only has meaning based on the value assigned to it. I’m convinced that every experience has a teachable moment and the value is based on individual interpretation. Death is inevitable, but it seems as thougb we live as if it’s not.
Loosing Shiloh was a tragic experience, but it taught me a very simple lesson. It is better to travel than to arrive! So for me, remembering the pain is as important as remembering the smiles.