HE was gone. But in HIS death, there was more beauty and wisdom that no-one could have taught me. Privilege and dignity belong to the living. They are not what we earn or where we live, but the choices we make to be who we are. The choices that may seem outrageous to many. Because that’s living. Living is not always peaceful and easy and that is the privilege of life. That is the privilege of choice. In death, we cannot choose.
HIS death mattered. It reminds me everyday of what we lost and all that we gained. Only if hadn’t cost him HIS life.