There are many things I don't understand.  Death is the one that is currently very present in my life, and I am not sure what's really going on.   My head accepts it, I understand the cycle of life, that once someone or something is gone, it is gone.  Yet, the heart lingers.  It keeps, questioning the possibility of such events.  Why?  Why not just, not die?  How can people be so posessive of material things when the one thing they could ever really love, life, is much more fragile.