Life, Death and the Answers That I Don’t Have

In the past week I have looked into the mirror and saw in the reflection my own mortality.
I wish that I could write something to help me make sense of the senseless nature of life and death.

Coffee with Death

I’m sitting across the table from death.  Once again he and I are staring into each others eyes over cups of coffee.  Decaf for him he had a good nights sleep.
He brought up my own mortality this time and that was where the conversation ended and now we are at an impasse.  It is in [...]