The uncle living in the ground floor appartment of the adjacent building died this morning. He was in his thirties...cancer they said. I did not know him too well...except that he had recently bought a new palio.
I saw the new cherry red palio pull up...and his old father and young wife walk into the building. I felt so sorry for them...the walk of an ancient time...death always a part of humanity.
We have such a perverse affinity towards death. Anything deathly, death like or dead is stared at by us. It won't ever stop.
Sorrow always sits like a lead stone on our hearts. Even when we don't know who, what, where, why.