“We are so lightly here…” — Leonard Cohen

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I love Leonard Cohen. One day I’ll tell him so. But until then — I’m here and he’s … well… not gone, but he’s not here. That’s the way I describe Death.

I’ve been aware of Death as our end game for a very long time.

When your mother dies around your twelfth birthday, the knowledge of the vacuum left behind as a life ends is something you carry in your heart always…