Death is never unexpected, yet impossible to prepare for. We know it’s out there. Its eternal stalk is sensed by all, and quietly shoved to the dark corners of our minds so we can graze in peace. Unrelentingly, it creeps up slowly from behind, inching closer and closer until it makes its final, sudden pounce. Just a savage blur caught from the corner of an eye, then nothingness.
There’s not much more to be said about death. The positive is that it reveals a chance for the still living to look back and smile about all the good times shared. If we do things right, the warmth we leave behind will outweigh the loss. In this sense my friend, Dick Sisson, triumphed.