People die

 

Babies are born and grow up until they die.

We spend a good portion of our lives pretending this isn't true, because the pain of losing someone, anyone, can be unbearable.

We make up stories about what happens after death and pretend we know. That helps some people.

We mourn those who we feel die too young, or too painfully. We agonize over those who we feel die needlessly. We even seek revenge for those we think died because of someone else's actions.

But in the end.

We die.

It is part of life.

When, how, why?

That is the subject of every story, book, play, movie and life that exists.

Such a simple, complex thing, those years between birth and death.