This post is about death, and offers neither wisdom nor comfort. I had occasion to phone my lovely ex-wife this evening on some trivial family matter (I can't remember our grandchildren's birthdays - typical male, right?) and found her in tears, having heard that her older brother had just died, and somewhat mysteriously it seems.
Scratch any human being, and you will find pain just below the surface. Which of you reading this has not suffered the outrage of the death of a loved one? And I use the word outrage deliberately, because however hard we try, it's difficult not to rage against God or the gods or Fate for taking away a loved one.
It's just so UNFAIR. It makes no sense. There is no rhyme or reason.
So, what did I advise my lovely ex-wife? "Pour yourself a stiff brandy", I said.
Dumb, sure, but what else can you say? I just don't have any words of wisdom or comfort at such times.