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Death...
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Death isn't prejudice, it knows no color, age doesn't matter, affiliation makes no difference; we all die, you will die, I will die. It affects everyone.
Sometimes death is expected and other times it's not. Money doesn't matter; you can be rich or you can be poor. The end is the same no matter what you have or how you get there. We are born with nothing and we die with nothing. You may cheat death once, twice, many times until the last time... death will win. Death always wins.
Death is final... But relationships live on. John was not my son. John is my son, and will forever be. John will always be in my heart, my love for him will never die. He will always be my third child, our third son; no other can take his place. He will always have a place in our family that will never change. He will always be Abel and Thomas' brother and mine and Tara's son. John will live on through our hearts.
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Death is imminent... But memories last forever...
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from the journal of Jax Teller