Everytime I pass by a shrine on the side of a road, I get very depressed … This particular spot is where someone passing that same route I just passed had passed for the last time. Another was added that I just learned about less than one hour ago. Death depresses me. It’s not so much death itself…rather what follows. The fear of the unknown. Am I ready for it? I try as much as I can to live my life according to the thought that this minute could be my last…yet still, I feel that I am not ready. He was on his motorcycle going home, in fact less than five minutes away. He never made it. Died at the scene. His mom was driving home when she spotted his motorcycle. I cannot even begin to imagine what was going through her mind at that time. I can only pray that God grants her and the family the faith and strength to get through these difficult times. He was 25 years old and most probably thought he had many years ahead of him. When it’s time, age has no significance. Each of us will experience it, and when I do I only hope to be ready for what comes after.

May his soul rest in peace.