death happens
Posted by funky uncle mustard on 12 Oct 2006 at 10:05 pm | Tagged as: Death, Meaning of Life, MustardMusings, PoeticMustard, Purpose
death happens
although
we live like
it doesn’t
Posted by funky uncle mustard on 12 Oct 2006 at 10:05 pm | Tagged as: Death, Meaning of Life, MustardMusings, PoeticMustard, Purpose
death happens
although
we live like
it doesn’t
What was I thinking?
My father-in-law is in critical condition in an intensive care unit. As his life is held by a thread and teeters, I cannot help but think of how few of us consider the fact that we will all, some day, die. And, except in extremely rare cases, we don’t get to know the time or day that will happen.
I kept lower case for everything and used no punctuation. Why? I don’t really know. Maybe it’s my way of telling death that I don’t respect it. Maybe the lack of punctuation refers to my refusal to believe it’s all over when the heart stops beating. What do you think?