Saturday, February 9, 2008THE INEVITABLE IMPOSSIBILITY OF DEATHDad died. That has a finality about it. Just saying it. Dad died. That we knew it was coming somehow didn't mean anything when it finally came. Death is a noun. An "it". Death. We personify, objectify death in our feeble attempts to grapple with and understand it. I learned, last Saturday morning, a... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 9:52 AM Comments (11) (link) |
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