A bouquet of flowers offered in love or friendship is no less valued because it will soon wither. In fact, the beauty of spring only grows as years of experience teach us that it cannot last.
What do you love all the more because you know you can’t keep it forever?
I presume that, when I die, I will leave behind MUSIC. I know all of the tales about celestial sounds and angels playing harps (maybe I’d be invited to join in) but truly I don’t believe in an after life somewhere else. My belief is that what I am and have been on this earthly planet is what will remain. As long as someone remembers me, I will live on. I doubt if it will be as long as that memory so many of us have of Abraham Lincoln, for instance, but that’s life, and death, right?