Musings...

It must be one of the strangest things we can feel, to be at a funeral and know that in as little as 3 days, for any reason at all, you could be the centre of attention at your very own.  It's quite sobering, I think, and a good reminder to me, especially.  It's easy to get into the mindset of "it couldn't be me," but it really could.  As odd as that is, it really could.  Isn't it strange, how inescapable and inevitable death is, and yet we all scarcely think of our own?  I wonder why that is.  Are we afraid to face it?  Do we play "peek-a-boo" with death, hoping that because we don't think of it, it isn't there?  It's a curious thing, the human mind.