In Flagrante Delicto

This will be just a short post: I´ve been writing for my thesis for four days almost without intermissions, I have also downloaded my first book, Angels in My Hair, to my kindle - I read a chapter before going to sleep after watching the news at night; and I shall be singing in a little while with my choir. 

Today after lunch, I caught my Dad watching my Mom, who was talking to her granddaughter through a window. My Mom was smiling kindly at my niece, she talked in a soft voice and had sparks in her eyes. My Dad had a blissful smile on his face... I thought how much they love each other. I have never heard them say it aloud. But his quiet posture with that loving smile... it was beautiful and I felt embarrassed to even breathe how much I enjoyed their speechless communication. 

I know that it might be weird how I will continue, but immediately afterwards I thought: When does a person die? There must be only two instances because as long as you have something to go after / to achieve, God wouldn´t let you die. Thus, I believe that it must be either at a point when you apeace yourself with the rest of the world and even your biggest enemy becomes your friend or you die off a bitter exhaustion trying to guard your cold and stone-like heart.