After a while.

I know, I should post with more frequency. I always have some stuff to read. Rather lot of stuff to read. Usually it's a mixture of "necessary stuff" and "for pleasure" stuff. Unfortunately? "for pleasure" stuff takes precendence. Today I was reading about Socrates' death. How he was calm before imminent death and why he preferred death to escape , while condemning suicide?
He was one brave person. To think of death. My thinking about death reaches a wall too soon. It's always melodramatic with same stupid questions blocking further progress. Questions like "What happens to my parents?" and in recent days "What happens to my kids?". I wish, I could go a little further. Probably with more effort.
I am yet to suffer a death which alters me. Yeah, my cousin's death left me very sad, but after few days, everything seems to be normal again.
I can't imagine my parents getting old, suffering and then the inevitable thing. I wish death to be a more simple affair. But history doesn't provide any hope.