Words of Eulogy

It's been a long year—and it's only May. Too many loved ones have passed. (Not to mention Maurice Sendak and my man, MCA).

So it goes. We're all just passing through. No one gets outta' here alive.

I heard this in a eulogy last weekend and it almost made me feel better (I'll paraphrase; it was probably from a famous poet):

When a baby is born we all celebrate. When a loved one dies, we weep.

Maybe it should be the other way around, since no one knows the trials and suffering the baby will face—while for the departed, the journey is concluded. The life has been lived.