In eighty years, my obituary will show up in the paper. People will see it, and say something like;

"Oh, look some old lady died." They won't mourn, they won't get down on their knees and pray. Instead, they'll do what humans do; they'll forget, forget and move on, because no death is important as their own. My forever is their ten seconds.

In 500 years, my great, great, great, great, great, grandchildren will see my photo on some website that let's them find their ancestors. They'll laugh and say;

"Look at those hideous clothes!" They won't care, that their lives wouldn't be possible without one, small, little woman in a huge world. They won't care about me. Humans are funny creatures, we see, hear, smell,the death and destruction around us, but we are so foolish to think that it won't touch us, but it will. It so will. And on the day of their own death, they will fight, they will cry. They will not go gently. They will think that these moments, are the end of everything for everybody.