It is, though. Definitely. For everyone, more or less – either metaphorically or actually. We do, all end up dead. We don’t believe it. We think the things that happen to us will go on forever but…wait long enough and everything will change. The people we thought would always be here, they will all go, either before or after we do. We thought we’d always have Bowie and Prince and Alan Rickman. And because she had always been, it felt as though my grandmother would always be.
It is, even when you know better, hard to believe there will be an end.
