Death does not sound a trumpet

This is a grim one, but probably necessary. We often think we will know the day and time, but truthfully, no ones knows. Our loved ones leave us without warning, we leave them with but a whisper. Life is loud, death is quiet. Live loud and let death come when it comes.

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