When we die

When I die, what will they find on my bookshelves, in my cupboards, in my drawers, in my filing cabinet, on my computer? Will all be shoved into black bags to be dumped or will someone actually go to some … Continue reading

Reflections

I associated death with loss, sadness, despair and funerals with overly ornate coffins, formal floral arrangements, pious priests, handkerchiefs, empty words, sunglasses (even on rainy days), condolences, nice sandwiches, chatter, jokes and then life went on. Once on a misty-rainy … Continue reading