In Death - Is Death; In Death - Is Life

It's amazing what the death of one person can do.  It can incite sympathy, empathy even pity for those who have lost.  Even if one person hates the other with a passion unsurpassed by any other type of emotion, the death of a loved one destroys it with a mighty stroke of pain, even if it's just for a moments or hours.  Considering that it's one of the most feared and least understood parts of any living organism, death for human beings can be a very powerful bonding and healing tool.  It wipes away all the bullshit that we put up in between us as people and let's us open up and bond with people we've never wanted to or imagined bonding with, let alone being in the same room without tearing each other apart.

Today, I witnessed my mother, my father and his ex-wife grieving over my half sister's very recent passing.  It was a very horrible and tragic thing to witness; the aftermath of someone's passing.  I was never close with my half sister because of the bullshit our respective families put between each other, but when I saw her laying on her bed I couldn't help but feel moved and, in my own way, hurt.  I wasn't hurt because she was gone but because I was empathetic towards her sister, mother, brother and especially my father.  In that moment I was able to put aside all the hatred and spite towards my dad's ex-wife and I genuinely apologized, shook her hand and hugged her, only hoping to console her in the only way someone you hate can.  Even my mother was able to give console to her and she's not exactly on her good side. 

My point is this: Life sucks and it's full of stupid shit that we concern ourselves with.
You can choose to become an architect of bullshit and build around yourself
or
You can choose to be a "shit-kicker" and enjoy the time you and your close ones have on this dirty blue ball floating around in space.

It's your choice and your life.