Death walks beside us all. Death is our lover. Our mistress. Our brother. Our hope.
When all the pain of life weighs heavy on our decaying form, death lifts us from the pain. Death is a gift.
Death’s finality makes the minutes of life that much sweeter. The knowledge that this ends is both bittersweet and hopeful.
Death is the final refuge, the last doorway we take. And whatever your beliefs are, the last step in this life to the unknown beyond.
Pelgris 