Death is hard work. Death is hard work for the ones alive, but not for the dead . True to what it appears to be, the ones living are those who have to endure Death, the dead are dead and gone. A look at the years of bereavement puts us on a vast lands cape of rugged terrain and an uncertainty of what lies beyond the horizon. It is the Unknown that everyone fears. Should the dead fear the Unknown for no one knows what lies ahead after the last breath, but they leave to rest in peace. For the dead, dying must not be hard work. For the dead, there is nothing unknown, for they know there only lies rest and peace away from the perils of the daily world of man. Death is hard work for the ones alive. It is the toil and effort to navigate through the flickering compass of grief on this dull and rugged terrain. Death is the acceptance of the unknown beyond the horizon. Death for the living is the effort to move ahead every single day. Death for the living is to carry that heart left in...