Lately it feels as though my friends and I have been forced to re-examine our thoughts on life and death, and in some cases, face the longevity of our loved ones.
I am neither prepared nor inclined to venture into this territory, but life tends to intrude and force our hand despite our feeblest objections. And so it happens — the cycle of life and death infinitely repeats itself as we struggle to reconcile the fact that life goes on despite our immeasurable losses.
Soon these sober hours shall pass, and only deeply etched memories will remain.
Let us then remember that posterity, what comes after, is equally important.
It’s our inheritance, our legacy.
April 7, 2010