The Inevitable Sting Well here I sit in a coffee house, nearing the end of a very exhaustive week. What is this inevitable sting I refer to? It is what stings us all: death. So why am I reflecting on death today? No it's not because of the Boston bombings, nor the rest of the horrid hatred that exists in our sin fallen world. No! But rather, I reflect on it today of all days because it is indeed something that hits us all at some time or other. The thought-or even concept-of death often doesn't rattle me. It doesn't fill me with fear or trepidation, but quite the opposite. See, death: leaving this world, having #life slowly slip on by and eventually end, doesn't bother me. So why the reflection on death? It is very simplistic really: for today it did mean something to me, it did cause me to feel a little saddened. A colleague of mine has lost a loved one, and so it has affected not just her, but all, those who know her. Something so cruel, with no rules or boundaries; something that has no concern, nor sympathy for the young or old, woman or girl, man nor boy. A 'disease' so devastating, it can be (if not properly handled) contagious. A disease that can be easily passed on in weakness, but ought to be handled with gentle, loving care. So, this is my tribute to a friend who is in my thoughts and prayers. May you find peace, comfort and the love of others who care about you. May they be there for you, to listen and help where they can. My deepest gratitude to you, hoping that you come through this knowing there are others who care and desire to be there. S.J.Whitney Writer