The Journey's End
When a person reaches advanced age after having lived a full life, dying becomes almost as natural as the picking of a ripe apple or the falling of a brightly-coloured leaf in autumn.
The harvest has been gathered in, the journey ended, the story told.
Life's tasks finished and neatly bound together like a sheaf of wheat.
There is a roundness about a person's life, a sense of completion and fulfilment;
And while there is sadness in him leaving us, there is a sense of worth and achievement; so much so, that the funeral becomes a celebration.
He is with us today as he will always be.