The uninvited guest
I'm sitting on the train to Åkersberga, my childhood neighborhood. I'm going to celebrate Easter at my sister's place and am really looking forward to it!
I appreciate these family gatherings more and more each year. Perhaps it's because someone increasingly seems to manage to get themselves on the guest list of life: Death. With each passing year, the probability increases that the Grim Reaper might crash the party.
It's not something I consciously dwell on, and while I'm not afraid of death, the realization of life's fragility becomes clearer as I get older. This, in turn, leads to stronger bonds and a deeper love for those who are still with us.
In a way, the awareness of passing away serves as a catalyst for bringing us closer together.