We like to say someone died too soon, too young, too suddenly, too unfairly. We call it premature, as if they were supposed to live longer, as if there was a right amount of time and they somehow came up short. But what if there’s no such thing as a life cut short? What if every life, no matter how long or brief, is whole?
It’s hard to hold that idea when we’re the ones left behind. The laughter still echoes, the seat is still warm, the plans still hang in the air. The ache insists there must have been more to say, more to do, more to become. But maybe the ache is just love, bumping into the limits of form. Maybe there was no “supposed to.” Maybe the story was complete the moment it ended…not because it was finished neatly, but because it was. Because they were.
We measure life in years, but the body doesn’t. The heart doesn’t. The soul, if you believe in that sort of thing, seems to know when the thread is done weaving through this particular place. Some threads are long and tangled. Some flash bright and vanish. All are whole. A baby who never took a breath lived a full life. A teenager who burned bright and was gone in an instant…lived a full life. A grandmother who saw the turn of a century lived a full life. Each one completed the sentence that was theirs to write.
It’s only from here, where we’re still mid-sentence that it looks unfinished. Calling it their full life doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t mean we don’t wish for more. It just means that “more” wasn’t part of this life’s arc. The pain isn’t proof that something went wrong; it’s proof that something mattered. And maybe that’s the quiet miracle of it, that a life can be both heartbreakingly short and endlessly full. That we can grieve the ending and still honor the wholeness. That love doesn’t measure time; it just expands to hold what’s no longer here.
So when someone leaves this world, at ten weeks or at twenty years or at one hundred and ten, maybe we can stop asking why it had to end there. And instead, whisper: thank you for letting us be part of your whole life.
It was their whole life.
Embracing Shadows, Illuminating Hope,
Chelsey Fjeldheim, LCSW
Empowering Souls on the Path of Healing
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