My sister's brother in law passed away today. This is the same sister who has cancer. He also had cancer. He was told on Monday that there was nothing more they could do. He went home, went to bed, stopped eating, fell asleep and today he died.
All this illness and death is getting to me. I'm not a religious person. I believe that when it's your time, it's your time and that's pretty much it. It has no rhyme or rhythm. It just is. But all of this is coming at me all at once and it is overwhelming.
There is no good way to say good bye. No amount of time is long enough. I guess we look at the good a person does while they're alive and that's what counts. But at the end, even that doesn't seem to count for much. Death sucks. People mourn and try to remember but over time those memories fade and life goes on.
How do you judge a man's life and what constitutes a good death? Is there such a thing? And, when you think about it, does it even matter?
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