It is something we have to contend with all of our lives. The older i get, i am accepting it the best i can but, it still sucks nonetheless. The destination seems to be the easiest than the actual outcome for most. I believe with each visitation i have experienced, only one seemed quite content with moving on. My one best friend seemed very angry while the other was confused and out of sorts. My dad was always a man of few words so, when i saw him, he didn't have much to say. Go figure. The first visitation was my grandpop. He swiftly gave me a hard kick to the ass, which i totally was in need of at that age. Lauren's visitation was the most detailed of them all. The fact she in her own way was saying goodbye, showed me we were far closer than i originally thought. I will never forget the smile and complete contentment on her face. For someone so young dying in a such a terrible way, she moved on with ease and grace. I hope when my time comes, i move on with that level of dignity and acceptance. I will not like the line of hundreds we were standing in, though.