je ne peux pas croire que elle est mort. hier cela matin. there is no escape from death. everyone dies. i tell myself that she lived an interesting life. she made a deep impression on the people around her. the short time that i knew her. she was considering. kind. cheerful and sympathetic. she is a friend. and i will miss her for a long time. i wish i was capable of showing my sympathies to the people she left behind. (sigh). and even then, i wouldnt know what to say.
death is a curious topic. we pretend that its not going to happen. we are in constant denial. even though we had the death sentence the moment we became human beings. nobody has passed and came back. nobody knows what happens after. people delude themselves of the knowledge of a life after. which isnt necessarily evil. we lie to kids all the time to protect them of the harsh realities. its also self induced. it doesnt change with the natural laws that govern our reality though. its inescapable. we all die. (NDEs are a different story). this might be depressing and disturbing to most people (who i consider kids) to accept. mais c'est la vie.
these i find comforting.