When I was a 'child', somehow I still believe I am, I used to ask myself what I'd do if death ever visited our home. I'd ask myself 'what if it's x, or y'? 'What if it's me'? And the sad thing was there was no way I could have a straight conversation with anyone.

Now after many years of anxiety I realize that the biggest problem is how we use death for what I may call 'psychological civil warfare'. Somehow death is used as a bulwark of self condemnation and 'glorification'. That's why death is so feared.

Perhaps I should recommend a book by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, 'Death: the final stage of growth'. I believe it will make your conversation livelier, and future 'death' more acceptable.

A@Brav,
You are such an encouragement to me.

Psalm 91

4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.

9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

Wow. You are a great man. gudnite!