I made a little jaunt home and I started to realize something. I looked at my parents and saw things that I’d never seen before. An extra line here. A gray hair there. A slowness in their gait. Hell, my father had to rock to get up. While watching this I came to the epiphany that brought me to the title of this post. They’re going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Posts Tagged ‘Death’
I’m very sure that God just sits on his cloud and thinks of fun things to do. You know, create wars, watch childbirth, make people fart in elevators. Then I see this and know he’s partying like Beyonce while he hits his Douglas.