Death is most certainly not the best part of being alive. It is nonetheless a part of life. The most vile maybe; or the most philosophical if you want.
From where I'm standing right now there is nothing philosophical about dying under a truck as a 32 year-old on your way to work; there is only anger, disbelief, helplessness. Nothing more nothing less. This is for you, my sweet friend.
This morning when you woke up
did you know this was going to be
your last day.
Did you know you were going to die.
That you would be no more.
No you didn't know, because nobody knows.
And you of all people would be the least aware.
Your last day as a human being,
Your first day as a sweet, treasured memory.
