Woolf once said that her death would be the “one experience I shall never describe.”
Luckily for us she did of course describe her life. Her powers of observation were well honed and I constantly marvel at the way she crafts words in her descriptions.
In a way though she is speaking to us from beyond the grave, her words live on to inspire new generations.
Death is the last mystery and we all have to wait to see what it is all about - oblivion or a door beyond?