This post is written for Sunday Photo Fiction.
I scan the beach. How do we do it? How do we bear the unbearable truth? How can we fathom someones death? Indeed how can we confront the reality of our own death?
Someday I will die and leave my wife and children behind. Or someday each of then will die and leave me alone.
How do we deal with this cruel truth?
For those with faith they have their hope. For us that don’t we have reality. No heaven or hell to worry about. And certainly no afterlife. Once your dead your dead Fred.
And still we have a hard time facing that unescapable fact. It’s something we all have in common. We all have a hard time talking about the ultimate end of our life.
So, like always, I put that thought away. I’ll think about it another day. Perhaps!