On Death

Though life’s trajectory ends in death, we keep our eyes shut and deny it’s coming

Photo by Rhodi Lopez on Unsplash

I’m not sure how old I was when realised I was not immortal. Yet surely there was a moment in my childhood when I first properly understood that my life was finite and one day I would die. My mum used to tell me a story of when, as a toddler, I brought a dead bird to her that I had found in the garden…