A terrible occurrence in school led me to ponder on the fragility of life and the unpredictability of death..
if you are lucky, the Grim Reaper knocks before he comes.. but most of the time, he barges right in, probably leaving the door broken on its well oiled hinges.. (I was going to use rusty, but this is in the context of young deaths..) .
sometimes he entices you, with one long gnarled finger, beckoning, closer,closer, till its too late and you are already in his clutches..
and sometimes he drags you , feet first into the bowels of Death... we go, but only grudgingly, kicking and screaming because theres still too much to do.. so many promises, left unfulfilled, so many things left unsaid..its still too early..
in the case of the last category, people who receive him with open arms, whether the time is right or not, because they know that death is not the end, it s merely the beginning.. :)
heres a pic I drew in december..not my greatest work, but I'm proud of it.. I was thinking about this .. so its relevant...
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