at about 4 am this morning my cousin and my aunt recieved a call from the elderly retirement home that my grand aunt (their grandma) that she wont last much longer. so at about 6 am my aunt calls my mom to tell us to be with her for her last moments. shortly after we got there, at about 8 am of today, January 20th, she passed away. somehow it seemed like she wanted to wait for most of the family to arrive before she moved on. after my grand aunts death, it made me wonder a bit. the question that poped into my head was “why do we fear death?”. i would like to know. Why do we? its natural after all. another thing i thought of is what happens after death.. but these questions wont be answered. no one has the correct answer and i guess we all will have to find out for ourselves.

Rip Nora