In my grand scheme.

I don’t remember people for the way they died. But rather. For the way they lived.  Death is a negative creation of the human imagination. Coming by. A heart attack. A stroke. Cancer. Alzheimer’s, too. Doesn’t really matter. After all, in my grand scheme. Death is merely a transition. To a new form of vibrant and teeming life. A joyful spiritual life. Void of sickness and death. --Jim Broede