The Pain of the Past
Once, someone asked me if I fear death. We were at a funeral–my aunt’s–and the question was not exactly worded like that. It was more like, “Someone going so suddenly really makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
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Once, someone asked me if I fear death. We were at a funeral–my aunt’s–and the question was not exactly worded like that. It was more like, “Someone going so suddenly really makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
Read on…