I’ve been triggered by the headline:
What is about death that triggers celebration?
Suddenly a bitter rival, however admired, turns into hero in the space of an escaped heartbeat or seven. In life his qualities would be disguised by personal accusations and frustrations. Now these are released.
I hope that we can die a little to each other each day, see all around us in a deeper bloom, and not wait for physical death for that to occur.
PS Yes, I know I promised never to ever say anything about Steve Jobs but he’s the trigger more than the target. I died to my own promise, OK? You know, for possibility.