Originally Posted by FloatingDreams
My friend died at 36...
Every day I see elderly and/or decrepit people and I think, why? Why do they get to live and my friend had to die? I can't help thinking this.
I've asked that question too. My Dad didn't see his 48th birthday. When I worked as a security guard, I've had to deal with elderly people who are complete assholes and I know they can very well be the ones who will die alone and not be mourned or missed. That in itself is the true death there. Gone and forgotten.
Your friend on the other hand, while he was young, is missed and mourned. He will be remembered and in one way, that can be a small consolation. Maybe not physically but in memory, he's still alive. There's a poem called "The Dash" by Linda Ellis. While your friend's dash was short, it sounds like it was quite full courtesy of the friends he had (you included) despite the challenges he faced in life.
I hope this helps you.