Mourning a Stranger

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I do not like to acknowledge my mortality. I want to live forever, and if it's at all possible in the future, I mean to do so. But I know that I will die. I know that someday I will cease to be. And I'm afraid of that. I'm so very afraid of that. I can only hope that I will be remembered. I want to be remembered. Because in the end, that is the only way to honor one who has died. And so I also wish to remember those who are already dead. I don't want to be forgotten, and I don't want the ones I love to be forgotten. So... Yes. Please remember the lost. I have seen an article about a man who died recently; I don't know him, and didn't know him. But... I want him to be remembered. He deserves that much. So here it is.

http://www.umc.org/news-and-media/retired-pastor-saw-destiny-in-self-imm...

I have to admit that I'm crying. I don't usually cry about much of anything, anymore. It's hard. But... I am. I want to remember him.