Don’t Joke about Death

Be careful what you say to each other, because, it just, might come true!  Lessons learned from death, translated…

My ten-year-old talked of his classmate, and became, a bit, emotional, often said, that I don’t like them, I don’t want to see them again.  Today, my son was, fuming hard, and blurted aloud: “I hope that they all die!”

The word, “die” suddenly, dragged me back to my own childhood, a similar scene.  I didn’t like the classmate who sat next to me, too timid in nature, always wore that frown on her face, looked very, depressing.  She’d not gotten on my nerves or anything, but I just, don’t like her, every time there’s a report, a group project, if the classmates picked her, I was, out.  I’d thought, that if I told her off time and time again, each and every day, she’ll, change, but after the summer, she’d never, come back to school again.

I’d told my son, “death is the end for humans, everyone knew, that we all have that day, when we will, stop moving, so that’s why we must work hard, living our lives.  I know you don’t like your classmates, but, do you really want them to die?  Don’t joke about it, humans aren’t like those game characters, with three lives to spare, words are a command, don’t EVER, joke about death like that.”  I’d told my son, actually, I’d wanted to tell the classmate that stopped coming to school, “hey, I can be your partner in the group assignments!”

And so, this, is the lessons of life, given to us by death, from the mother’s own experience with her classmate, she’d, told her son, to not wish anybody ill, because, what we say to each other, we may not mean, but there are, forces unknown, that will, somehow, alter our lives, and, we end up with, lots and lots, and lots of regrets, what might have beens, and what could have beens.