Music and healing

I have had a lot of people in my small circle of high school pass away from random things. A couple of them have had interesting things happen beforehand. I remember one in particular that started talking about the after life, and he was young. So it was quite out of character I guess you would say, for a young man to start talking like that. 

I will get to the point, just bear with me. 

I've been reading books on where our loved ones go after they die and what they are doing. This one book, called "The birth we call death", gives an analogy about death being like a ship. You can see the ship for a long time, until it reaches the horizon and goes out of view. We know that the ship is still going even if we can't see it.

Just like death. 

Our family watched Moana together and immediately fell in love with the soundtrack. We quickly memorized them and would sing together. Matt was a rocker. He would sit up after everyone was in bed and listen to music and rock in a rocking chair. So it didn't surprise me when he sat up listening to the Moana songs... 

until I started to reflect on the events in my life. 

He was listening to How far I'll go by Alessia Cara. I can't help but wonder if he was being prepared, or given a hint to what was coming. I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I grasp at straws trying to make some sort of sense of this crap-shoot I'm in. 

"Every turn I take, every trail I track

Every path I make, every road leads back

To the place I know, where I can not go

Though I long to be

See the line where the sky meets the sea it calls me

And no one knows, how far it goes

If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me

One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go"

It was the last song played on his phone. 

The line where the sky meets the see.....

It called him.