her eyes were naked
she sat sophisticated in my chair
simple tall unwed frame quietly propped
talking about biking and camping and
hospice

she said that people usually die the way that they lived
if in chaos, end in chaos
it didn't feel like a morbid conversation but
rather normal

everyone dies she said but nobody wants to talk about it
but we did

and then my grandpa came in the door later tonight with his jolly little eyes
and his lemon merangue (SP?) pie
when I see him I often think of death because out of everyone I know I always assume him closest as he is the oldest
and i catch myself thinking sad thoughts but really i should be thinking about simply enjoying him while I have him here
even if death is near

death cannot be frightening, though it is because it is unknown
but, I heard a story once about a martyr who fed his life to death for his faith
and his parting words were

for the christian, death dies here

and so, this may be quite a jumbled piece of writing but,
I meant to try and say something.
I hope you caught it.