Every person's death around me or near me, serves to remind me of the reality of mortality. Will the world miss a beat when I am gone? No, obviously not. Will even those closest to me pause and reflect about me -- perhaps for a second, if I am even worth that. I am mortal; I am transient; I am constantly moving towards and beyond my own death.
This is not philosophy -- this is fact. There is no religious element to it -- death is simply "death of the body" -- at some last moment of tangible choice. There is no death without this choice, I believe. We have free will -- this I believe. And I also believe we will not be "punished" by a higher being for having that free choice, and even for exercising it -- albeit badly.
What lies beyond death? I do not know. I speculate that it will be as I imagine it to be -- or so I spoke to Sheila at her untimely death. "Heaven will be...what you want it to be!" That is the only answer that logic can bring to the question -- that thinking may or may not be correct, but it is our consolation in the saddest times we live through.
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