On the road of life
death is our final journey no matter if you are a president of a large company or person living on the street. All our journeys ended up being the same place. In our society life is highly valued. When someone passes away, they are treated with reverence, respect, and dignity and we gather to celebrate that person's life, to share the sorrow and to say goodbye. For someone who is homeless and living on the street, there's little or no dignity in their death. Where is the dignity to die alone in a cardboard box or at a park bench. or in an abandoned factory. There was no one there to celebrate their lives, to grieve for them, no one to say goodbye. Despite the standing in life these are people who have walked the same earth as you and I. They were not something but someone, they too were loved, and were loved. Although all our journeys end up on the same place. The roads travelled are quite different from one may have the comfort of having loved ones past to say to say their goodbyes and to be remembered long after their passing, while the others may die alone with no one to remember them and simply disappear like the gust of wind. By Wayne Sorely
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