Remembering

Facing death at such a young age forces you to reflect on the mortality of man. When you hear of a person of advanced age who died, somehow we subconsciously think that it's supposed to happen. But if it's someone much closer to your age group who dies, that's when your mortality comes into clear focus.

It's usually the young ones who don't worry about their future so much, and also think that they will live forever. But the Reaper can be cruel, snatching someone's life when you least expect it.

I recently heard that my sister's high school classmate died of an aneurysm. Damn. Dead at age 30. Also, there's the UST mountaineer who died of a tragic accident in the mountains; dead before college graduation. And then there's Steve Irwin, who died due to a stingray barb to the chest; dead at age 44. Dreams not yet realized might never be.

What's the point? You might ask. No, there's no point in all of this. At least not on the surface. Just rambling on and on.

To Marvin, Prana, and Steve, and to the countless others whose death became final before their prime, your memories will live on. Thank you for gracing the earth with your presence.