They say that not everything in life is black or white.
it is the same in nature.
And after the darkest night, the brightest day dawns...
But there is a moment when white becomes black, when it turns from 1 to 0, as in the binary world of mathematics and IT, when some device goes from working to malfunctioning.
It is not the moment when the last second of the stopwatch expires or when the last grain of the sand clock expires, it is not the moment when the last sip of water is taken from the bottle or the last egg is consumed from the refrigerator.
That end is expected because you can literally see it approaching...
That one moment in life is exactly that last exhalation, when we move from a bright life to darkness, when we go out like the flame of a candle on a vert, when we die...
The last few days I have been preparing for the upcoming team building in the company where I work. With two other colleagues, I arranged the location of the stay, activities, festive lunch, and dinner. I was actively involved in encouraging my colleagues to sign up so that there would be as many of us as possible and that our socializing would be as cheerful and interesting as possible.
We counted down five days, four days, three days... waiting for the last day of this working week when we have to go on the road...
Everything is great...
And went to the grey... To me. And to someone in total darkness...
A couple of weeks ago, I was in contact with my uncle.
I know he had some health problems, but he kept them under control.
My mother (his sister), knowing about his condition, decided to go to the sea, on vacation, I accepted this organization, while my uncle's daughter went to work abroad.
Last night, while I was getting ready for bed and reading some interesting posts on Hive, and just after I posted my post, I got a message from my uncle's daughter: "He passed away".
None of us expected that.
His daughter immediately booked a plane ticket in order to arrive as soon as possible and attend the funeral, my mother is leaving for home from the sea during the day, and I am going to work, so that instead of making the final arrangements for departure preparation and solving cute situations in which we can find ourselves 55 registered, I will pass the baton of the team building organization to someone else.
Gray like this, without joy from socializing and eyes swollen with tears, tomorrow instead of going to a happy event with my colleagues, I will go to the funeral of a man who was very close to me and with whom I spent a large part of my childhood and young days.
It is possible that after the funeral I will still join my colleagues and the team I lead, to divert my thoughts a little, but I will not be able to drive away the sadness and grayness from my soul and from my thoughts, at least not for a while, and definitely not for this weekend.
At the weekend I will go for a walk, in nature, in the fresh air and I hope for some sun, although the rain won't bother me too much either...
I won't think about the sad event in my family, but I won't watch the news on TV, which they mentioned this morning either a large-scale disaster from a hurricane in America, where a large number of people died.
News that counts dead Palestinians, Israelis and Lebanese residents, news that conveys the devastation of Ukrainian and Russian attacks.
I will try to illuminate my thoughts, as much as possible, and like the sun that brightly illuminated one side of the solitaire this morning, and thus made the dark side illuminated, I will add some bright moments to the dark ones, in order to get as light a gray as possible...
