About a year ago, one of my friends unexpectedly lost her husband to a heart attack. It was so out
of the blue with no warning; that it shocked us. Now, another friend has just found out that her
husband has lung cancer, Stage IV, inoperable.
This kind of news makes us think of our own mortality; that each day takes us a little closer to a
visit with the grim reaper. That's a rather unsettling thought.
I always felt that death was akin to childbirth in that no one can help you with it.
Your body and mind have to deal with it alone. Once committed, you can't change your