"Where do we go after death?" he asks, at the funeral of grandma. "Do we climb up a hill through a peth or wait for a ferry to get us there? Or do we go into hiding just to bequeath and then reappear new and fresh?" I tell him to first catch his breath and make him pray for his grandma, whispering to myself, "As is life - so is death". #quotestitchers #qsblindwars #qsblindwarsr4 #theunsungquill
