Death has nothing to teach to life.
It is death that has no meaning.
As for life, it has plenty of affairs of its own to attend to.
It is they that must concern us.
Those beautiful granddaughters on whom you dote will some day be dust in the wind, yes, of course, as will you.
But they are not now dust in the wind.
Now, they are beautiful little girls.
And you are still alive to rejoice in them.
Dote, by all means.
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