SNH SNH SNH. 190903, 1500h

So what then, is worse than death? For all our small pity troubles and worries, all the grouses of a few hours extra spent working, or a liost privilege or two, a bit of money owed here and a nagging ache there, nothing can compare to the loss of a loved one. THe unexpected excision of part of your life. I guess it doesn't matter if you kept regular contact or not, you might not have seen the person in a decade, bu the mots irreversible fact is that you never had a chance to say your last goodbyes. Can you ever REALLY be prepared for the death of someone you know? Or worse, your own death? I don't believe so. For all the preparations and the wills and the settling of unsettled stuff, even if you go in the most peaceful way, the hole will still be there. Nothing can fill in the place a person leaves in your life, sometimes. The only solution? Not to have loved the person at all in the first place. Which is not to have known the person at all. Hurt arises from love. How tragic.

Death is a tragic thing. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's tragic, because if you're dead, you not be living anymore Death is only tragic because of what you could have achieved and done in life. Is life intrinsically good and death intrinsically bad? Life has the potential for good, I guess, as well as evil, and Death has the potential to walk through walls and speak in capital letters.

SNH.