Sometimes when I think about deathHe's a local artist who ran a session of the Unitarian Universalist Science + Spirituality group I run, we talked about his work making Reliquaries, and the history of those, Ossiaries, and our mind's (in)ability to think of its death.
I remember to cherish each breath.
But most of the time
I forget and then I'm...
Willing to pretend it won't happen*
* very few English words rhyme with death