I don't think there is anything in Life that makes its entry in a more dramatic fashion, pulling everyone in its neighbourhood and even those geographically far away into a whirlwind of emotions, than Death.
If it's so certain, if it has been happening for centuries, why can't people be brave, better prepared and reasonable when it appears. No, the shock, the disbelief and the misery have to return every time, with the same intensity.
Even the death of people whom I never knew, death I read about in the newspaper, affects me. I suppose it is quite natural then that the passing of a person I've never met should affect me so.
I only have with me one email in my inbox, and the memory of a few good messages exchanged.
If it's so certain, if it has been happening for centuries, why can't people be brave, better prepared and reasonable when it appears. No, the shock, the disbelief and the misery have to return every time, with the same intensity.
Even the death of people whom I never knew, death I read about in the newspaper, affects me. I suppose it is quite natural then that the passing of a person I've never met should affect me so.
I only have with me one email in my inbox, and the memory of a few good messages exchanged.
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