Three winters ago Anne Erhard’s father unexpectedly passed away on a journey far
away from home. A journey which, like all journeys, he was meant to return from.
His untimely death was distressing to his young daughter but at the same time it
reminded her how fragile human life is — we never know when or how we will meet
our demise. The only certainty is that eventually, we will.
> Death is a question of containment. For a long time, attempts at understanding
felt like trying to empty the ocean