Death is a concept I couldn't adequately grasp until a few years ago. I think it takes a good deal of emotional complexity and maturity to really understand what death and all that it touches entails.
Only now am I realising what I've lost - and what I've been losing all these years. Never again will I see my great-grandmother shuffle her playing cards, or watch my uncle concentrate on his meal, or be enfolded in my mother's best friend's embrace, or hear my godmother giggle at a joke.
Death is a thief, death is a murderer, death is the great healer, death is the ending of all pain.
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