I don’t say this to sound emo, but I’ve been having a difficult time since we got back from Comic-Con. So far grief has not gotten better with time. That’s a catalyst for the morbid topic this week. I do think that if you really wanted to, you could answer this in a really poetic way.
Death is like…
Death is finite and infinite; it can find us peacefully or violently; it can be subtle or sudden. It will insist on on its own way; it waits for no one. Some call it an adventure; others call it the end. Whatever it may be, it is waiting. It is what it is and it’s certain that it’s certain. It is the Unknown. Death is like an old friend who you haven’t seen in a lifetime; strange and familiar; ready to catch up. Death ends all things, begins all things, transcends all things, becomes all things. Death is always there. Do not be afraid. When he comes to call on you, Death holds your hand and walks you away.
