I've been been close to death since the death of the first thing i ever loved, he has touched almost everything i ever held dear, family, friends. in the coming years i will be close to him again and again, losing more and more people. so when he comes why should i fear him ? He and i are well acquainted, so when the day comes that he is on the mortal plane for me i won't fight it, or run, or hide. i will accept him as i would an old friend. with open arms and a bottle of scotch.