"Briefly then, rambling a little, he talked about a few of the guys who were gone now, Curt Lemon and Kiowa and Ted Lavender, and how crazy is was that people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead." -pg. 212
I have always found that the hardest part of losing someone you know is that you can no longer create moments which will turn into experiences with them. When my uncle passed away suddenly, the weirdest feeling was that that person you argued over a football game only weeks before could no longer watch the sport. Losing a source of laughter, a source of intelligent company, was hard because he could never be replaced. It is impossible for our minds to grasp what occurs in the hereafter, but we can only hope that the life force we lose moves on to a place where maybe one day we can see them again. We find the most comfort regarding death through our religion. "We Catholics know death," Jackie Kennedy once said. Religion gives us the hope that when we die, all of the friends we lose will be gained again. All of these "incredibly alive" souls will be tangible and we will be able to communicate with them.
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