what i think

when i thing of death, and of late idea has come with alarming
frequency,i seem at peace with the idea that a day will dawn
when i will no longer be among those living in this valley of
strange humors. i can accept the idea of my own demise,but
i find it impossible to let a friend or relative go into that
country of no return.disbelief becomes my close companion,
and anger follows in its wake.