October 8, 2006
What is this thing called Death? Perhaps the end. Perhaps the beginning! If it be the beginning, the beginning of what? There are conflicting views on this.
Who is right, if anyone?
It is a known fact of life for every single one of us, like it or not.
When we go, we leave part of us behind for those who follow. My father died many years ago, yet I still have memories and thoughts about him. His wisdom and foolishness come to mind from time to time, softly, when my mind is comfortable.
This is how it should be.