take care of the radish when we are gone.

my grandfather past away two days ago.
I don't really know how I feel about it.
I'm not sure if I am more comfortable with death than I had thought.
Or maybe I wasn't that close to him.
I guess it's a combination of the two.
But I don't really feel much about the situation.
On one side, he lived a good long life, died peacefully surrounded by his family.
Sounds like a good way to go.
I feel bad for my grandma because she is now alone. But that's about it.

But I do feel pretty comfortable about death.
We all die. That's for sure.
But also death is not the end. So in that sense, why worry.
The only hard part is the people who are still alive.
You wont be there to take care of them, help them.

My wife and I were kinda joking about death the other day.
We were driving to work, and stopped at a railroad crossing.
The train light came on and the arms went down, but no train came.
The arms went back up, and as I started to proceed forward I made a joke something like: "Well at least we'll both be dead and it will be quick and painless".
We started talking about how we don't have kids that will become orphans or even a dog that someone would need to take care of. We do have a garden, but I think the vegs will live.

We have also talked about if one of us ever get's really sick what would we like the other to do.
Both of us thought it would be better to just die out in nature or somewhere peaceful, then drag on the slow process of death in a hospital. Maybe our views will change later on, who knows.

We live. We die. We live again.
sounds nice.