Dovetail

by Karen McQuestion

We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace. —T. S. Eliot

The more I learn, the less I understand, and the more uncertain I become. And maybe that’s just the way it should be—the afterlife as a mystery known only to God.

“Patching things up would be ideal, of course, but life doesn’t always work out the way you’d like it to.” She kept going. “And here’s something you should know. It’s something you already know but probably don’t quite believe. All of us have limited time.

We aren’t guaranteed even one more minute. Babies die, and so do young people. No one knows who’s next. It’s very unfair.”