I wish there would be an hour or so given to you after your death so that you will be able to say goodbye or even more important to ask for forgiveness.
Unfortunately such moments when a person has some priceless minutes to look at his dearest, to utter unuttered, to complete unaccomplished before and to forgive chanced rarely. One never knows when and how he would die but at the same time a person can always and with an unsurpassed precision determine that it is only his and nobody else "black guest" stands knocking behind the door. More often these are the moments of a deep comprehension of life's values and life's canons underlying the human existence. Every trifle seems to be unaccomplished nevertheless inspiring you with the notion of its importance. There are so much left that a person is cornered. You are confronted with the merciless death granting to you the last moment to say "thank you", to beg for a pardon or may be even to say "how much I love you". Such words are of