He dies…..

When King Lear dies in act 5 of Shakespeare’s tragedy he writes, “he dies”. That is all nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “he dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius to come up with “he dies”, and yet reading those words for the first time I found myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. I know it is only natural to be sad but not because of the words “he dies”, but because of the life we saw prior to the words. My father’s life ended with a simple and modest, “he died.” Life is a special occasion rise to it. Peace and love.