I'm not one to post my stream of consciousness. But today is different I suppose. I won't apologize for it and I don't want comments about it. Just read if you want to. Dedicated to a person that was so close, yet I've never even got to know them. I ... well my feelings are made clear in my dabble.
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He was young. He was the type of person that should have lived to be a hundred and two. He was supposed to have a fulfilling life that would have touched millions of other lives. His death should not have been a tragedy, simply an end of something that had to come to an end eventually. We still would have cried over the loss of such a great person, but we would not have felt as robbed. 

I cannot shake these feelings of regret. I have never met him, not once. Maybe we have passed each other without knowing in our small world, but I have never known him. I did not even know of his existence until two days after his death. I wish I did. 

It could be because of the kind words his loved ones had to say about him, for him. Perhaps it was his bright smile that seemed to illuminate every photo that was taken of him. I did not even have to know him to be able identify his face. I did not need to know him to understand the pain his family and friends are feeling right now. 

What? 

How?

Why?

Three questions that must have gone through their heads. 

Confusion and denial.

"He was young, so young," they must have cried. They might have imagined what their lives would be like if he was still there today. They could imagine for him what his life should have been. But none of that would make up for what isn't.

Maybe they would find some solace soon. 

While I don't know if I believe in it, I hope Heaven is waiting for him. He deserves it. 

I hope he rests in peace. I hope he can feel the love that his loved ones have for him. I hope he knows that people truly miss him.

 Rest in peace.