Virginia Woolf's "Death of a Moth"

I have read two of Virginia Woolf’s novels (Mrs. Dalloway and To the Lighthouse) and one nonfiction book (A Room of One’s Own), and this essay shares the same tone that flows throughout most of her works: death. She seemed to be fascinated by it, and death can be applied as a universal idea. Who has not ever thought of death? It can be disguised as heaven or hell or nothingness, depending on your beliefs, but you have thought of it nonetheless. I think that she really points out how insignificant death can be. For most of us, we think of death as a loved one, someone that we cared deeply for, but no one really considers the moth on the window pane. She suggests that death is overlooked and ignored every day. I believe that she wrote in some of her most depressive states and that she is simply expressing how she feels about her own impending fate. When she dies, will she be remembered fondly and celebrated or will she be disregarded like the moth that was “neither gay nor somber?” Who has not contemplated the same idea? “How will I be remembered?” I find Virginia Woolf’s works very intriguing. She offers a slice of her psyche to you in every piece of composition. At the same time, she also portrays her macabre thoughts beautifully and eloquently. She is one of the few writers that can take such a dark subject and make it sound peaceful. And just like that, “the struggle was over.” That, to me, is one of the most calming avowals that could be written into a story about dying. I would love to be able to write so articulately and powerfully.