It doesn’t matter whether you’re in shape,it doesn’t matter whether you’ve had a healthy or happy life.When the time comes,it won’t wait for anyone.That can be tomorrow,or the day after.Perhaps maybe,even a good ten years from now.No one knows when.Doctors  might assume.We may predict.But no one in this world could tell someone that their souls will diminish,on this day or at this time.That’s the scary thing about death.It’s always a surprise.

Unless you’re God that is.

When i think of death,I image a graveyard.The color black surrounds the atmosphere;I hear soft mourning in the distance.Hollowness says it’s greetings to the hearts of the people standing in grief.It doesn’t say bye until a fair amount of time has passed.Sometimes it never does.

But with death comes something so rare nowadays.With death comes a gathering,and compassion.A feeling of togetherness,upbringing the moods of lonely folks.Some people die and they are forgotten.The forgotten are people who we are not familiar with.People who are mentioned on the news,or television.But for those who we know of,who we have interacted with,who we have seen in front of our eyes.Those are the ones who stay with us forever and ever,and we will always be reminded of them from time to time.We will always recall the sad yet cherished moments we had with them,and one day,I can’t say when,but one day we will be exactly where they are.

Under the ground.

Rest in peace,R.L.