A fellow blogger recently passed away, a life suddenly taken without warning. Today, I visited his blog to read a few of his posts. It’s haunting to realize that you’re reading the words of someone who has passed on. It’s also a very emotional experience. All of a sudden their words have a greater meaning.
The posts that made us laugh, make us laugh even harder. The ones that brought tears to our eyes, bring even more. We realize that each word was leading up to their final day, a day that they were unaware of when they wrote them.
A few months ago, a woman who had been struggling with the loss of her daughter, wrote a post. None of us knew that it would be her last. Perhaps she didn’t either. To look at it now, it’s heartbreaking to realize that the signs of what was to come were right there, right in front of us, yet we missed it.
We read the old posts from those who have passed on, whether through illness, tragedy, or their own hands, and we remember the special moments in their lives. Moments that we all had the privilege of experiencing with them. Experiences that were written to be shared with their family, and also to connect with a world of people who they would never meet.
Fellow bloggers, our friends, pass away but what they leave behind is priceless. They leave their life story to forever touch the hearts of their loved ones, including those who have yet to be born. Their words continue to teach, touch and inspire everyone who reads them, whether friend or stranger.
What we are doing is much more than typing on a keyboard. Essentially, we are writing our autobiography; a priceless gift to those we leave behind.
This is our voice when we no longer have one.