Thursday, September 20, 2012

"And like that, poof. He's gone"

Death is beautiful, death is misery. It is a full stop. Nothing beyond. Gone, gone forever. No traces. No funny jokes, none whatsoever.

Death leaves others with puzzle. Some worry, some take it easy.

For some, death of loved ones hits immediately; for some, it takes years. Some move on, some still hang on.

What's next after death, I don't know. It is beautiful, is all I know.