what if death is the end?
The boy had just lost his father. Sobbing with eyes too proud for tears, he held onto the widow. Tucking her head under his chin, he closed his eyes, perhaps paying the first visit to this new graveyard. They stood alone in the chaos of the emergency room, each in a different world of grief. And I wonder standing here.
Where was that exact moment when he was and suddenly he wasn’t?
Is it that abrupt? Is it that absolute?
There is a last breath; yes, with a static heart. But that is not where we step into the underworld, anxiously glancing at that expensive watch waiting for the ferryman. It is at this time that resuscitation pumps the heart from outside. So you should make a point of encouraging those around you to go to the gym once in a while and learn CPR. Who knows they might be…
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