A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
The only impossible journey in life is you never begin!! ~Tanvir Kaur
Let the words flow.
An introvert with a beautiful mind.
A blog dedicated to the joy and adventure of thinking (and often spiced with humor).
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I write to figure out what is left
Welcome back! —CC
Thanks a lot. It’s nice to cross words again.
You bet. I look forward to new b-jams.
My next door neighbor died relatively young about three years ago. When she told me she had cancer, she was quick to add, “Don’t tell me you’re sorry, tell me jokes instead.”
Ooops! I meant to add. She seemed to me prepared.
That’s sad and sweet. And it’s tough to remember, but: death is really another part of life.