I have just decided that I do not want to live forever, not even a thousand years in the bloom of youth. I now know that I couldn't live forever with the loss of loved ones. There would be too much pain and regret; too many should'ves, but not enough dids.

I just called someone at work whose voice sounded vaguely like my mother's. In a few years she may be gone, and I will be left forever with an aching memory of her voice. I can't see feelings like that ever going away.

Have you really thought about the deaths of those closest to you? How does it feel? WHY does it hurt so much?

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Love and death is the only things that make anyone do anything. If we had all the time in the world to do something, that's how much time it would take to do it. If no one loved another person enough to move them to action, then again, things would not get done.

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