I have been thinking about mortality and in particular, “Do the good die young?”
Sometimes they do. I have known more than a few good men and women who died young.
On the other hand, I have met so many good people on SC that “the good die young” just doesn't stand up as a concept.
The good, in my opinion, die when it is their time.
I have watched that time arrive for friends and it’s a frightening thing.
On these occasions I have always pointed to the old Byrds track “Turn, Turn, Turn”. There is a time for everything, even death.
Though not a believer I’ve heard burial services far too often and a few words that usually crop up are “we brought nothing into this world and it is certain we can take nothing out”.
That is so very wrong! If we are lucky we can and do take a lot with us. We take the love of friends and family. We take memories.
When it comes down to it, what are we? Apart from a collection of atoms and molecules I mean?
We are our memories. Surely we are allowed to hold on to them?