Death comes. Maybe not today, but always with the possibility of tomorrow. Sometimes like the tap, tap, tap of a gentle knock at the door. Other times like a swat team kicking through a barricaded gate. Like an expected yet delayed visitor, we stop watching out the window. Forgetting it’s arrival is as certain as nightfall, we ease into patterns of immortality going along unprepared, inattentive. Then, it comes. And, we are stunned and lost, left scrambling until suddenly we find ourselves consumed by death’s long shadow called grief. If only we’d have been ready, but how? Read: Preparing for death
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