Death is such a wierd thing. It can make you realize that you are only around for a short time. But it can also make you realize that non of life should be wasted. Death... the final, cold, stiff sleep that we will all take before long. Death.... the biggest mystery and tragedy all in one. And when someone dies, how are we supposed to feel? Happy? happy that they lived a good life. Happy that they were even here at all. Or sad? Sad that we will never see them again. Sad that they will never be there to talk, laugh, or cry to again. I guess death is like the final period at the end of a long sentence. I guess it is best to just hope that sentence is filled with adventure, love, and happiness. And then if it is filled with these things, I guess the period is welcome to lay itself down at the end, because an infinite sentence tends to fade the beauty of the perfect ending.

In memory:
Catherine Greer

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