My brother and I were on the phone one night talking about the recent deaths of two people that we knew in our childhood. It was late at night and I had to get up early the next day, but I could not stop ruminating about the immense grieving their families must be suffering. My brother too, was shocked and saddened by the devastating news.
We had not seen either of these people since we were kids, and yet we felt a terrible loss, and were heartbroken to think of their families in mourning.
Finally, my brother said, "Okay, go to bed; death is a door." The abruptness of the sentiment made me laugh, but he's right. It feels like an ending because we cannot, from this realm, see beyond the door. But death is a door; and we will all walk through it, and continue to share experiences on the other side.