Words Well Worth 30: Fruits Of Penance, Not Chance Comments

When younger siblings die before you... I've some idea about this pain from my mother who died at 93, and saw all her younger siblings die before her, one brother and two sisters. Even my father's younger bro went before him, and his sis even much earlier.

Yes indeed, death is like going for a walk and not returning to the same place, but going somewhere else. Where? No one really knows. But death sure makes one bit of a philosopher. I share your grief in this greatly writ piece THANK YOU SIR FOR SHARING MY REAL GRIEF HE WAS ONLY 66 TRYING TO CHEER ME SADLY HE WAS TOO MUCH INTO SPIRITUALISM NOW HE MUST HAVE SETTLED