Inevitability is appalling. A lovely red rose turned brittle maroon corpse. Lifeless decay on a forgotten dirt road. Your mother’s arthritic hands. Your father’s white and pepper hair. We come into this world like faithless vagabonds, breathing, loving, hating, smelling, kissing, smiling, hugging, laughing, walking, running, dancing until our bodies give out and our souls escape this mortal existence and there is nothing left.