Some use religion as a cover for the unknown, others hide against the fact that whatever happens, they don't fear it.
I'm more of the second kind.
Yet it's just a plating. When death hits me in the face, I feel powerless as everyone on this planet.
Makes you wonder what's life is all about. *shrug* I don't think I want to know.
At least, he is not suffering anymore today.
A friend of I and mom died today in the hospital, a cancer relapse.
I guess I'll just enjoy life as much as I can and die when my time comes, will it be tomorrow or in half a century.