death.

My grandfather died a couple months ago, and I find myself thinking of death more often then ever.  Not everyday or anything but enough to make me wish I believed in something more than what is on this Earth.  

I also think of the perspectives of death.  For me it was really sad. But then I look to my father (it was his Dad who died) and that must have been REALLY bad. But then I look at my grandma (her husband) and I think, How do people live after death?  How do you move on? 

I guess we all find a way.