Sorry that the man didn't make it. Words seem so feeble at times like this. A book, a play, a movie all start, progress and end, and often we are upset when they end we've enjoyed them so much. A man's life is somewhat like that and provided the life is long, although we mourn the death, it's entirely different when it is cut short. The man's story is uncomplete somehow and will never be finished. Death is always so close, yet we delude ourselves into pushing the thought of it away. Perhaps your friend's gift is reminding all his friends, and, through you, all of us to cherish life.
