What am I trying to grasp. I stare out at the white sky, trying to wrap my mind around the concept of death. Not being alive. Vanishing from this life. The pain of others. Why is it that death is so scary? Wondering where our soul goes. Wondering where our love goes. Wondering where our energy goes. All this is why I fear death: we fear the unknown. I cannot grasp the notion that one day I will not be here feeling, thinking, and dreaming. It could be forty years away, it could be ten. Love is painful. Love is fulfilling. Love is hope. Love is giving. Love makes life worth living.
















