You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.
Beauty; the death, then, of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
You could go anytime. And that had been on his mind this week, not in a heavy way but as a fact. Dying was a part of living. You had to keep tuning in to that if you expected to be a whole person. And if the fact of your own death was hard to understand, at least it wasn’t impossible to accept.