In Memoriam

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It was shortly after dinner when I found out.
Pneumonia is tedious and cruel; death is short and sharp. I wonder how it feels like to hover between consciousness and unconsciousness, and in a fleeting moment, one is no longer alive. But, the intrinsic concept of existence amidst death transcends understanding.

The hole in the IC.

The uselessness of everything material.

Oh well. I wonder, too, how it feels to see someone lie helplessly on a spartan, utilitarian bed, watching organs fail one by one, watching gentle twitches, spasms; eyes that watched you grow up every week, rolling, closing; the eventual shutting down of the body, system by system. It feels, somehow, less violent, more peaceful. More 'right'. We know where he is now.
Bon Voyage