Death. A word most of us don't like to think about. When we think of death we tend to think of it as distant, alien. Yet, as circumstances expectantly slap us in the face, we find ourselves examining this thing called death.

A dear family member of mine, is slowly and painfully withering away, succumbing to this entity. It is very hard to see someone barely breathing, the agony expressed in their face. How must it feel when even breathing hurts?  How must it feel to want to die? I can't help but think of these things, being that the death of my loved one is so imminent. I think of my death and the way that I will go. I wonder if my death will be in my old age: silver haired, with wrinkles, going peacefully or will it be the result of an accident, sickness, or murder?

Death can come at anytime, and it is this that makes me realize how vulnerable we all are to it. One minute we are here and the next, we are gone. While our close family members will mourn our loss, the rest of the world will go on without us and with time we will be forgotten.