We can see the end and yet we don't believe. You think about it, for if it didn't happen to you yet, it will one day - the law is inevitable, just like our own demise. Someone you know, you cherish, you love (as I said, you pick) falls ill. Terribly ill. The doctors confirm it with science: it's hopeless. You say to yourself, it's hopeless, death is on its way. You know it, you're as sure of that as you are of your own birth name. And yet part of you, some part of you you're not aware of most of times still hopes. For what, I know not; but it hopes. You prepare yourself. In the days that follow, your heart almost misses a beat whenever your phone rings. People ask you about it and you talk about the inevitability - you know, right - and show everyone that you're prepared to deal with it. Only, you aren't. We never are. One day the dreaded phone call arrives and your heart truly misses a beat. And you know that death has come. And now you know more than the fact that everything will change: you know that everything has changed. Just as your heart missed one beat.