To everything, there is a season. A time to be born, and a time to die. For some, it’s grandma or grandpa. For others, it’s mom or dad. For some, it’s a brother, a sister, a friend, or a lover. Whoever it is, whenever it is, one thing is for sure, at some point, we have all experienced the sting of death. — We often talk so much about the beginning of life. We throw parties to find out what the birth gender of the baby is, and then we throw another party to shower them with gifts. And then we throw another party once they spend their first 12 months on this…
