death. introduction.

date. 2021

city. new york city​

Image by K. Mitch Hodge


When I pause to think about it, the only thing I can truly predict in life is that I and everyone and everything will one day pass away.


Like any good story, my life has a beginning, a middle, and, one day, it will have an end.


And yet, rather than meditating on this fact, and orienting my life toward this singular truth, I spend enormous amounts of energy ignoring, avoiding, and fearing it. The surest way to ruin a conversation is by mentioning death.


In the face of death, I grow scared, awkward, quiet. I freeze up.


I find it incredible that after 12 years of primary education, 4 years of college, and 2 years in graduate school, I have yet to see a course on death offered. And I studied philosophy!


Why do we refuse to prepare ourselves for death? Why do we insist so strongly on our own ignorance?


Some time ago, I tried to imagine one of my parents dying. What would I do when I heard the news? How would I cope? The answer: I’d grow as frozen and lifeless as a corpse; as if I, rather than my parent, had departed.


Again: death is the most important event in life, and yet I’ve refused to prepare for it. I’ve refused to even acknowledge it’s presence.


Instead I’ve treated it most unfairly, heaping upon it every abuse, blame, and terror known to man.


I suspect that a healthy and honest orientation toward death could serve as a great asset as I go through life. It can add color and joy to the everyday, and relieve the quiet torments that accompany denial, fear, and misunderstanding.


I believe that death can be healthy.


I believe that death can be loving.

I believe that death can come alive.


Here are some questions that I’ve written to guide me as I explore this darkest of darks:


What does death feel like?


How have I been handling death as it occurs in my own life? How would I like to handle it?


How do other people, cultures and communities handle death?



I had to die

To come alive