I would love to go back and travel the road not taken, if I knew at the end of it I’d find the same set of grandkids. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied. – Susan Sontag