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My thought is that a life well lived is marked by many unique and wondrous "experiences". While these events may slow in frequency as we age, while we live, we still "have them" in our minds to reflect on, remember and relish as we live out our days.
When someone we have developed affection, love or respect for dies, the end of those events has occurred as well their individual smile, twinkle of the eye or body language manners which instantly conjure up the memory of these "events". Viscerally we know this and realize all we have after the death of someone close to us, is the imperfect memories gathered over the years.
Early in life, every day is a new experience with expectation of wondrous and magical things happening in a future we can dream of and plan for. A life well lived, yet expired, in hindsight is but a movie of those past experiences with no potential for new adventures.
How can a sentient being not morn the end of the "dance"?
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