Death is a real thing

I attended Colin's funeral.

As we walked and said our last goodbyes at the crematorium, I looked at him, and amist all the heavy makeup, I saw a peaceful Colin resting.

As I saw him for the last time, an image of him sitting on the floor laughing happily just two weeks ago in church flashed through my mind.

I guess it is when someone passes on that we start to realise the fragility of life. We start to find that death is a real, real thing, much as we would like to delude ourselves.