Death

It's easy for me to write about death.  I'd say I'm not sure why, but to a point, I am.  I'm comfortable with the subject.  I've considered it enough and have had enough conversations with it to not shy away from the topic anymore.  In all honesty, not many people close to me have died, of natural causes or otherwise, so to a point I feel underqualified to discuss the topic.

Regardless, that's not stopped me recently nor do I intend for it to do so in the near future.  I apologize sincerely to anyone I may offend through any of my writing, conversation, or even thought process.  But it is what it is and after all, this is my blog.  I can be as arrogant as I please and nobody can really call me out on it because it's a personal blog that is intended merely for the purpose of spewing thoughts onto a page. 

Anyway...death.  A large part of it is that I'm not afraid of it.  I've come to terms with the idea.  I don't know what happens after I die and I'm okay with that.  I've gotten over it.  To a point, it even fascinates me.  Which is part of why I write about it so readily.  I want to know what people think of as they're approaching it, for whatever reason.  I'm curious.  And that curiosity extends to morbid things...like death.