May 12, 1811- Father dies of Stomach Cancer

My father is gone; death was evident. At an age of only eight I have become the man of the house, after stomach cancer plagued my father for sometime now.
Death for no reason should sadden a man. For death, like birth is a natural process in nature. God gives life and equally he can take it back. Just as there is something beautiful in birth, there is something beautiful in death. The plantation of a seed, it's grown and it's passing in nature; a man's birth, life and death; are a process through life. In the same way, when a seed does not grow, or a plant is stunted, nature has it's purpose. In my father's passing, I do not see death, but a passing, not an ending, but a passageway, a natural process with a spiritual following.
The leaves on the trees, which become a vibrant orange every fall, my Dad lived and grew into his life. He did not leave quietly, but with a vibrant ending for he all of his leaves. And when the leaves faded to winter, so did my father.