When Life and Death Comes Home
I write a lot about life and death. I love life and contemplate death. I don't believe in easy solutions. I don't believe in heaven or hell, beyond that I have no idea. I do believe in death, I do believe in pain. I suppose there are few who would disagree. I do believe in the anguished voice of my son when I tell him his father could have died. I believe in the concern of my wife or in the tormented tears of my father facing a reality that wasn't, but could have been. I believe in the power of a bullet to fly through the air imperceptibly fast, striking my flesh and sending my life into the chasm of universal question's without living answers. It seems the philosophical side of myself predicates the story I must tell. There are few times in life when one sees a possible moment of their exit from humanity. Of course there is the natural moment when the years and our bodies consume us. Still, there are other moments, disturbing moments that once they hap