On Tuesday, my Great-Aunt Cornelia passed away, she was 93. As my family and I attended the services and burial it drove into my mind the fact that once again, we are all human and will some day be turned back into the dust which we were pulled from. As the ashes were poured into the earth and the hole filled back in again, I though about my own fraility and the uncertainty of this life. There will be and end to all things, we know that.
What truly matters is, where will you end up?
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