Your dead exceed your alive and the nos of dead keep on rising. One week ago it was Farewell to a dear friend, mentor and fount of wisdom. For over a decade she replaced the wisdom I'd relied upon from folks now deceased. We'd shared, accounts, reminiscences and attitudes common knowledge to us both.
To every thing there is a season...
Turn, turn, turn
A time to die
A time to love
and so on and so forth
In my family, the dying ages have been 37 and 73 with but one remarkable individual achieving the age of 90.
Impossible as it may seem to those far younger, DEATH has become a constant companion. If only it was Terry Pratchett's Death more rounded and yet more wholesome.
Numerous ads promote getting rid (disposing) of loved ones as mere corpses to be burnt without beel, book, candle or ceremony.
To quote Edna St. Vincent Millay " and I am not resigned"