It's been a tough couple of weeks. We've experienced a number of deaths in the extended family. In a couple of cases, those that passed away had led long and fulfilling lives. In some other cases, death brought relief from suffering and terminal illnesses.
I'm the first one to blather on about death being a part of life and so on. But I'd much rather complain about imagined slights on the train, or rail against those who I believe to be supplying the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, than accept the yin that goes with the yang.
So Death, I acknowledge you. You're a part of life—but just a part.
Now, I'll return to complaining about Stupid People on the Train.
