I do not weep because my best friend died; I weep because I have to go on living without her. – “Day of the Dead 2025”
Every year on this day I remind my readers about the inevitability and goodness of Death, and the passing of my beloved friend Grace has not changed that. Unlike the powerful and privileged men who embrace childish fantasies about life extension or even immortality to assuage their fear of the dark, sane, mature minds do not whine and stomp their feet in protest of the fact that all who are born must die; rather, they grieve those loved ones they have lost and prepare as best they can (spiritually, emotionally, and practically) for the day when they, too, must depart this plane to make room for the uncountable numbers who have yet to arrive.
