There’s no real way to prepare for someone’s death. Oh sure,
there’s a lot of planning that goes into the memorialisation of those we care
about, but even if we have the foresight to know the precise where, when and
how of a person’s death, that still isn’t enough to truly ready one’s self for
the reality of it. To go from alive to just… not, from one instance to the
other, is a transition that forms a lot of the human condition and its fear of
what it cannot possibly know, and more so than the fear of loss, it’s the fear
of things left unsaid that can strike even harder.
