Friday, 27 November 2009
In the wake of the wake, The Girl has been asking a lot of questions.
“Papa, what does it feel like to die?”
I don’t know firsthand, honey – I’ve never died.
“Why do we have to die?”
If we didn’t, no new babies could be born.
“I wish it didn’t have to end, though.”
I know. But that’s what gives it value.