Absolutely, our culture has a fear of death. People don’t say “ My friend died”. Nope, they say “my friend passed away, or has passed on, or has gone home,” some stupid euphemism to avoid the word “death.”

I think it goes along with the biophobia exhibited over the past year and a half. Don’t touch each other, don’t breathe each other’s air, don’t celebrate what’s joyful about being alive. Don’t breathe fresh outdoor air….

How can you fully, joyfully live fearing both life and death?

I don’t have a death wish, but I want to die fully experiencing my life up to my death, and with the same curiosity I’ve lived with on my best days. I’ll finally get to find out what I’ve been arguing with friends about my whole life: what happens after death?

Annette