As with all deaths, no one embraces them. No one relishes the thought of death, the unknown the darkness of the afterlife which no one knows about. What will happen to my family? What will happen to all those that love me? The attachments are what keeps us alive.
That chilly winter night still sends shivers down my spine. It reeked of death, of suffering. The pure white snow were just blankets over the darkness beneath them, it hid them, but they were there. That was the day the little child died, the grim reaper came silently, and left without a word. The child lost her life, but with that gained reprieve from the suffering of her illnesses.
I cried, as with all those that have faced death. But I shall not; no, I will no mourn. There is life left to live, there is a new dawn of era in the future. It is not bleak. Live on, love on, cherish on. Even if you lose what you have, be grateful that you had it in the first place
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