When my Grandmother died, we held a wake. One of my comical uncles (her son) said to everyone, “What is life?” We looked at him. He responded, “Life is death and death is life.” He explained that the minute you are born it is like a countdown until your final days and ironically when you die, another life starts. Many may not agree with that concept but it definitely put things into perspective for me. Life and death are strange things.
