I know two things about my death:
I know I’m going to die.
I also know that when the time comes, it will likely come as a surprise to me.
Death is usually like that; it arrives as a rude interruption—leaving work undone, conversations unresolved, plans unfinished, dreams unfulfilled.It rarely lets you wait until you’re fully ready to go.
Death leaves permanent ellipses where we’d have placed periods.
We will all be in the middle of something, of many ...