The Death of Michael Fury

Gabriel's soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a gray, impelpable world. A few light taps upon the pain made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. There's this feeling that sometimes it's our turn to lose those closest to us and nobody knows what to say. And sometimes we're like Gabriel trying to console Aunt Kate, who is lost Aunt Julia - casting about in his mind for the right words,. fearing that he