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And to think I used to be afraid to die. It's not death itself that scared me, but more of the fact that I would no longer exist...Fineeeee.... gone.......no more Beatles music, or dancing, or ABB, or taking pix backstage with MTB or sittung on the couch eating a bowl of strawberries, or watching old footage of Joe Montana, or seeing my 2 boys evolve, (tears), but lately with all 30 young boys names being flashed on TV that have been killed in combat in Iraq, knowing they are somebody's sons and brothers and grandchildren and cousins, friends, etc., and with the sickening behedding of the 2 victims held hostage over there, one more to go................all of a sudden, I gained strength............and am no longer afraid. I know now that 'the end' means PEACE. Don't mean to be morbid, but I'm sure I'm understood by whoever is grieving right now. I also believe that there is another place hereafter, otherwise The Ten Commandments or any of this Science and Life of ours wouldn't make any sense! Peace and LOVE.........while you can. 🙂