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The joy of dying

It was an October 27, at sunset. He was in bed, surrounded by his friends, his new family. None of those who were there had their surnames had just shared his last years of life, but enough to create a real family. Brothers were in existence and were united in the depths of his being. Few years together have been enough to know how to find the deepest roots of human beings. At the end of his life, dying accompanied Joao Tome, cherished and loved.

Many things lived! It seemed strange that so few years could mean so many things. Joao died in his youth, had only 35. One day playing sports collided with a partner, with the bad luck to fall that broke his arm. At the hospital they did some tests, but the analytical strange they came out, you had to make more. The doctors called for a more comprehensive review and, little by little, confirming the suspicions were, as there was a serious widespread disease throughout the body. Sadly, doctors told us there was nothing to do. They were very optimistic and calculated 6 months of life.

All were surprised, overwhelmed, unbelievers; but, again, the reality is imposed. We know that sooner or later we all must die, but death never fails to challenge us when it’s so sudden and premature.

A short but intense period in the life of Joao began. He was a man who was happy to be born, to partake of the existence and the beauty of the world, despite the limits, often result in pain and suffering or the ceiling, which is death. At the time to deal with this last stage, it was with the same attitude as always and above all, joy. Acceptance who made his illness and his approaching death was a visible sign of how grateful life. I think joyfully embrace death was his secret, which helped him live the last months of his life in an intense and fully.

A friendship Joao liked and content to the different times of day. He had learned from a young age, the fact of having to die meant having enjoyed many things that made ​​sense to him and filled him with joy. He had absorbed only living die, that death is part of life, to die is the last thing we do in this life and accept life with the same intensity entails death.

Accepting this death made ​​him live life more fully and all those things that were developing the more intensely lived. Just know that your life would end soon made ​​him taste of a special form every moment, talks, visits or interpersonal and group meetings. What most struck us that we rounded to him was that he did not get angry and rebel against illness and approaching death. Often repeated in their language-a mixture of Portuguese, Castilian and Catalan “is nice to live and to experience this tremendous joy. And if I have to die, I can make it happy, because it is part of life and I’ve lived over and over again”.

For many people wonder know or see someone who could accept, as normally, the fact die. We are in a world that hides death, who lives with his back to her, where there is always a shadow of distress and where everyone would want to extend the life to the fullest, even stretching beyond death. The joy of Joao more surprised than the disease itself or the announcement of a death so close.

But he knew very well who he was: a human being with the only possibility of being mortal, which entailed accepting all the limitations (disease, old age, disgust, suffering and the ceiling, which is death). For him, this was nothing new. I had imbibed from her hectic very little personal story reminded how fragile humans.

Joao was born in Mutarara (Mozambique); was sold to a very small army colonel to always be at his service; was separated from his family, away from his native country, and lived in Lisbon as a servant of his colonel. He lived without papers, fleeing for his many legal dangers threatening situation. Slave of the twentieth century, fled seeking freedom on an adventure worthy of the best novels to die in Barcelona, together with new friends, a new family. Nevertheless, had no resentment or complaint, was grateful to live and experience the joy of enjoying friends. To one who has lived fully and satisfied, do not mind dying. One who lives unsatisfied believed to still lacks something, you can not die, because it has not reached some purposes; is never prepared. The joyful acceptance of death makes us free.

Live alongside people of this category you reconciled with human death. They help you look at it as something human and approachable, how not to be afraid. Nobody will take my life, but I who I will die. Jump like today, I visit friends, as I have dinner, I go out… one day I will die. And this does not scare memories, conversely, promotes live this life, the only life we have, with enthusiasm. As Dr. Rubio said, “what a joy to have to die, because this means that I exist. In this world, the ones who do not die are the ones that do not exist”.

Jordi Cussó Porredón (Economist)
Spain – Barcelona