Well here goes nothing.
My friend died a few days ago and I've been arguing with myself whether or not I should post something. I'm guessing this is me giving in.
Death.... is a two headed beast. It rears it's common, ugly, dark, head every so often simply to keep us in check. That we may not achieve our goals. That we will be discouraged. But, rarely, we see the other side. The light side, the side in which miracles originate. The side we know is there, and long to see. Others may not know that knowledge, they may think death is the end. That when you die, it's game over. I, myself, know for a fact that is not true. I must admit, I do believe this: Death is mysterious and we will never fully understand it until we get to the other side.
Please forgive me for this urge of philosophical behavior. I felt it needed to be done.