Funny how a loved one’s death can really bring this home. I think there’s a certain point in life where Death, the big one, the real one that is personal, becomes more believable. I know as a child I couldn’t really imagine not living. I still can’t, but I know I have to come to terms with it. When my grandmother died 8 years ago I wasn’t ready to come to terms with my own mortality yet, so I didn’t think much about it. I just thought about how much I missed her and that I was sad I’d not see her again. I looked at some old pictures, and told some stories.

A couple of months ago a very dear friend of mine died quite suddenly. He was in good health, a vegan, someone who lived in the country, chopped wood, walked miles a day, that kind of life style. A brain hemorrhage occurred; one minute he was talking to his wife, the next he was on the floor, checked out, gone. His body lived for a few days afterward, but his brain was destroyed. It was shocking. That there is enough to get me ruminating.

I love your comic, and I like reading your posts after them. This one touched me deeply, since it so well articulates my own feelings. Thank you.