There is poetry in Dave Patton's look at Death's embrace that gives you pause to think. What's worse, a quick, sudden end which takes everyone by surprise, allowing no tearful goodbye, no chance to make amends or express feelings lone unspoken? Or is the quiet deterioration, which happens here, infinitely worse, watching someone young and vital drift away while you stand aware and yet powerless to prevent? I was taken by the language used, evocative and insightful. This universal experience was shown to me in a new way, and it makes me appreciate what my life is even more now.
There is poetry in Dave Patton's look at Death's embrace that gives you pause to think. What's worse, a quick, sudden end which takes everyone by surprise, allowing no tearful goodbye, no chance to make amends or express feelings lone unspoken? Or is the quiet deterioration, which happens here, infinitely worse, watching someone young and vital drift away while you stand aware and yet powerless to prevent? I was taken by the language used, evocative and insightful. This universal experience was shown to me in a new way, and it makes me appreciate what my life is even more now.