Herself spent a few hours this weekend working on updating her "in case of my untimely demise" letters, as she does every time she travels. Slightly superstitious by nature, she hopes that by preparing for the unthinkable, she can ward it off somehow.
She has always been a lover of words, and there are a few that she would like to leave for her most favorite people. Hard as it is to contemplate one's own death, knowing that one can say goodbye somehow is an odd comfort.
Should anything happen to either of us on the trip, we ask you to remember the following:
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
- Kahlil Gibran
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