Only Saints Die

Have you ever noticed that only saints die?  When someone dies all you ever hear is how saintly the person was. 

Mourner A - "Big John was a good man!  I remember the time he saved three small squirrels."
Mourner B - "Yes! Yes! I was there!  Big John saved them!"

Big John could have been an ax murderer for thirty years who never recycled, but you will never hear any mention of the negativity the moment Big John passes away.  Why is that?

This is a question I have asked myself for years.  Since my beloved passed away I find myself flooded with positive memories.  I smile and cry all at the same time.  However I am able to admit that he was far from a saint, but he never had malice in his heart.  For thirty-seven years no one could get under my skin the way he did.  But on the flip side there wasn't anyone else I wanted to share my milestones with.

So perhaps it's not that only saints die, but only the love that was in his or her heart that matters to those left behind.  I don't know.  Maybe I am right, but I could be wrong.  Maybe positivity lightens the enormity of the sorrow we bear after a death. 

Blowing kisses at the sky!

#ForeverGerard