It was only last night that I realised one important thing-

When someone dies, or is close to death,
it is not he who sees flashes of his life.
The ones who see his life flashes are those who still loved him.

To see someone through the last journey of his life,
to recall all the happy times you've spent with them.
Then to know that all these would just be memories.
To know that you're helpless against fate.
To know that you cannot break down,
for the sake of all those around you.
It is one of the worst things that can happen.

~Sign Off~
Put superstitious "touch wood" behind our backs,
and then we'll find that we've truly cherished every moment of our lives.