“So that death doesn’t have the last word.”

The funeral service for a friend with whom I had lost contact years ago began with these words. This was followed by a tribute to his life in the truest sense of the word, whose highs and lows became very present and tangible for me. They made it clear how often he had chosen life. Where he decided to take it easy and where he failed to do so.

“So that (…) does not have the last word.” These words have often come to mind since then. They make me more aware of my experiences, my feelings, my thoughts and my assessments. Let me always check anew whether and what choices I have.

Regardless of the external circumstances or occasions, I always realize what self-regulation skills I have. This means I can sometimes immerse myself very deeply in a feeling, only to find my way out again. Can experience sadness, disappointment, hopelessness and then give room for joy, hope and confidence. Can decide where I can and want to exert influence.

So I can surrender to the volatility of life, let myself be carried away by (…) without being at its mercy. So that (…) does not have the last word.