I have been thinking on why good people die. Obviously it has been on my mind and I have concluded two things I think I feel are true.
1) Death of the good reminds us first and formost that they WERE good. It plants a flag into history defining that person and their ideals for all eternity.
2) It provides inspiration to those of us that must carry on.
3) Finally it makes the ones we have loved and moved on mean more to us. We may wish we had them forever but, once we do not the impact of their lives weighs in full force apon us. We can now evaluate their lives in total rather than potential. In doing so we complete them and ourselves in the cycle of life.
I suppose I'm just throwing this out because I'm still working through it. I'm not sure if it really does hold any real value or if this is just my first step at addressing my emotions.
