A year ago a cousin of mine died. He was a doctor but was unable to prevent nor treat himself for cancer. His father died a couple of days ago. I can remember when I was a very young child entertaining myself in the pew when Steve and my cousin Ruth were married.
This was young Steve in 2014.
This was old Steve in 2015.
I am not afraid of death. I am not afraid of being alone when I die. When I die, I hope that that I die peacefully in my sleep... not screaming in terror like the passengers in my car.
