Every leaf in the forest,
Lays down its life in its season,
As beautifully as it was taken up.
– Henry David Thoreau
It’s the circle of life, right? The old die, the young live on.
And all I can say – really all I think I’ll ever be able to say – is why?
This is for one of the nicest people I’ve ever known. For a friend I knew since elementary school. For a friend I hadn’t had a real conversation with in years. For a friend who now, I’ll never talk to again. For a friend who will never make it to his first high school reunion. For a friend cut down by Death’s cold scythe, wielded by clumsy human hands. For a friend who was forced to lay down far, far out of season. For Bryan.