Most of us steer clear of the topic of death with ample reasons.
Yet, when reading this, I encounter a sense of comfort.
The fear and foreboding steps back a notch,
giving me the willpower to dwell on the subject
even with all the heavy feels that go with it.
With surprise, I discover it troubles me less.
The idea of melting into the soil and,
becoming part of every living thing,
appeals to me.
I remind myself no one....NO ONE
knows what its like to be dead.
Of course we know from this side,
they are no longer here in physical,
tangible form, and that's excrutiating.
but we have no idea what it's like for them.
They might be out there "living" it up.
Who knows?
We will when we get there.
"It is imaginary.
It is real.
It is love."






