Postscript

by Cecelia Ahern

But an argument is never really over just one thing. It’s the creature that feeds off its host, and it leaves me wondering what exactly we are arguing about.

Life is light, dying is darkness, death is light again. Full circle. Death is always with us, our constant companion, in partnership with life, watching us from the sidelines. While we are living, we are

also dying; every second spent living is a second closer to the end of our days. The balance inevitably tips. Death is there at our fingertips all the time and we choose not to go to it and it chooses not to take us. Death doesn’t push us; death catches us when we fall.