Death here in the physical realm. We must realize at some point in life we are super spiritual beings walking around in flesh, bone and blood avatars and we return where we came from at what I truely believe is a pre ordained or appointed time. We return where we really belong. Many people will disagree or never understand this.
Mary Wollstonecraft (1759-97) Writer, feminist and philosopher, first woman to articulate the gap between the rights of man and rights of women. In 1792 she wrote her book, A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, which is still a powerful tract today. Her daughter, of course, was Mary Shelley, the famous author of Frankenstein
Frankenstein author Mary Shelley kept her dead husband’s heart and carried it with her for almost 30 years until she died in 1851. It was found in a desk drawer a year later, wrapped in a copy of one of his final poems. Source
Mary Shelley 1797-1851 English writer, Shelley had an unhappy childhood after her mother Mary Wollstonecraft died. Aged 16 she ran away to Europe with the poet Percy Bysshe. One summer they shared a house in Switzerland with othe poets and thinkers including Lord Byron. While there Mary wrote one of the most famous horror stories of al time, about a student called Frankenstein and the terrible monster that he created
Mary Wollstencraft - in 1792 she wrote "A Vindication of the Rights of Woman", one of the first feminist writings. She followed it up with a story called "Maria: or, The Wrongs of Woman" which debated the notion that women were not entitled to expressions of sexual desire. She died 10 days after the birth of her second daughter, Mary Wollstencraft, who grew up to marry Percy Bysshe Shelley.