Death Bells – The Sound of Serenity

Our home in Colledimezzo is very close to the church. I could easily throw a tennis ball and have it bounce on the church steps. The Church bells ring every fifteen minutes! I like the bells, they’re beautiful. I can’t leave the windows open at night because the sound would keep me awake, but thats OK. Bells are happy, traditional and typically Italian. They remind me I’m here, I realized my dream, and retired to Italy. They tell everyone when to wake up, when to go to church, and sadly, when someone dies, they are part of the way of life here.

I don’t like hearing the bells is when they’re telling us someone died. The death bells make a beautiful and peaceful sound, but they are ringing because a soul is passing from this world to the next. In spring of this year, the death bells were a regular occurrence. We lost a lot of elderly villagers. It wasn’t due to COVID, it was just their time to go. A couple of months ago, a treasured local was taken from us, someone we still miss. He was taken way too soon. Those death bells were difficult to listen to.

Yesterday, when I heard the bells, I knew who’d gone. He was old and quite ill. The bells were a beautiful way to mark his passage. They rang again today for his funeral. I hope he can hear their sweet sound from above.

When it’s my turn to go, I can handle the death bells, but only if they’re followed by Rod Stewart singing “I am sailing” enjoyed by all of my friends while they drink champagne and toast my life.

Enjoy your Sunday and hug your loved ones.