someone died.

and that puts a period. it also marks a period.
he claimed that the "final curtain" was the end of a world. each of us is a world. - and it was others' worlds that suffered from one's death. i felt my world tremble. i hadn't seen him in years. i used to go to his home often as a kid. he was the man with the beard and pipe. he was a strange one (not that i didn't meet much stranger people later on).
i didn't attend his funeral - because it was borders away, not because i don't attend funerals. i'm a persons that lives in denial of mortality and death. but i go for the living. occasionally its out of respect for the deceased, to salute and get closure.
closure. i like the sound of that word. klo´zher. 'love the "zh". gives it a burst of energy and then a fade to black.
anyway, i observed the impact that the loss of this world had on people around me. one person in particular. my father lost a friend. he's at an age when you are still not used to losing people around you, not to death at least. i could see his need for reassurance. everything will be ok. it's the way things go. it's not nice, he could have lived to see his youngest son finish school, but life is a terminal disease. but life has so much more meaning than death. death is but a moment. it's how you live that counts. and with that i get on my bike and ride off into the daylight. although i notice every single roadside memorial...