About death. And life.
Probably this is one of the most difficult things I am doing during my Pulse assignment. Writing this post.
One week ago my dog died. His name was Casper.He was not just a pet, he was family for 12 years, and I deeply loved him. I always dreaded the moment I would have to say “Casper was” instead of “Casper is”, and yet this moment arrived last week, sudden, sad, dreadful. Casper could have lived to reach 16 years or more, so I was, I am totally unprepared, more than 4,000 kilometers away, away for more than 3 months.
Ever since I came to Kenya I’ve been an involuntary observer of a few private tragedies, close relatives of people I met dying suddenly; because of illness; after an operation… Old people. Young people. In my Pulse assignment with Save the Children, in only three months I’ve seen more life tragedies than for years before that. But also in just three months I’ve heard, seen, and captured more life stories, powerful stories of lives saved, new beginnings, new hope. The experience of life… and death… of tragedy … and celebration … feels now like a high speed rollercoaster. I thought I was getting more and more insensitive, and yet today I know I will never be fully prepared. Because life… and death… sometimes just happen. And today I know I will not waste an opportunity to say to my close ones how much I love them. Not waste an opportunity to show appreciation, affection, gratefulness. Because there just might not be a “next time”.
So in memory of Casper and his past life, I dedicate this post in celebration of life. And to do that, it just feels right to share some photos from the mind blowing wildlife in Kenya. Life goes on, it’s rich, colorful, beautiful, dynamic. We should live it with an open mind and an open heart, with love, and without fear…
Miss you, Casper!