So his name was James, and I really don’t know much about his life except that he married my cousin and my mom liked him a lot.  So after a puzzling and heartbreaking mental and physical illness, he’s outta here.

I remember relief twisted up with sadness when death finally visits after a long illness.  We’re not meant to last that long, in human years anyway.  Dogs get more out of life, so their years last longer.  Cats probably had to come back for punishment, they seem so bored with it all.

Let me dive into Your endless heart.  I want to sit near You through the whole game of life–and afterwards too.