death.

What to say, what to think.

Miep Gies died yesterday at the age of 100 years old. She wasn’t someone who I constantly thought about. She was simply the lady who hid the Frank family, the van Pels family and Mr. Pfeffer from the Gestopo during the Holocaust. She was also the woman who held onto Anne Frank’s diary after the arrest, hoping to return it to her once after the war. After discovering that she would not be coming home, Miep gave the diary, as well as many of Anne’s writing, to Otto Frank, Anne’s father and the only person of the eight in hiding to return after the war.

I don’t know why this death is affecting me so much. I’m upset and moody after hearing this dreadful news but had she not have died yesterday, I wouldn’t have given her a second thought.

I am finally realizing now that everyone will die one day. No one lives forever. There was a lady in the retirement home that I used to work in who was the oldest lady out of everyone living there. She was 107 years old. I wonder where she is now…

I guess some people are more fortunate than others. Some will live until they’re 100 years old and some will live until they’re only 60. I wonder if it’s better to live for a very long time or if there is a time in one’s life where they should die. There wouldn’t be much point to living if you were so old that each passing day was painful and meaningless.

I don’t really know when I would like to die but that’s really neither here nor there. We do not have the choice of when we would like to die. Other than suicide, if I wanted to die today, I don’t think anything would actually happen.

Anne didn’t want to die when she did. Had she known that her father was still alive and that Miep was holding onto her precious Kitty for her return, maybe things would have been different. However typhus is a terrible disease, and Anne was surrounded by it before she died.

I really have no idea where I’m going with all of this. I think I’m just bored, lonely and a little upset about this tragic news even though it was inevitable. I bet you $5 that after I finish writing here, I’ll clean up my room, put some music on and will have totally forgotten this entire ordeal in about an hour or so.

Actually, I take that $5 back. I don’t gamble and I’m poor right now. Just spent almost $200 on 2 books, one of them used.

YOU SEE? Its already begun.