Death

Death.

Auntie Gwen died.

We are having her funeral.

Dead. She's gone. You'll never see her again.

She was ninety six, and everyone said she was ready to go.

What did they know? Did they ask her, or did they assume she felt her age?

I feel like something was taken from her, and yet it wasn't, not really. Really, she was given life... right? Everlasting life.

We invest so much in our lives on earth, and I am left wondering about why. Is there a point?

There must be.

Maybe the point becomes clear after you die, and that's why there are so many confused people left behind...

The ones who were closest to figuring out the mystery are gone now.