Life has countless ways of reminding us what’s important, but it is mortality that forces us to act upon it. For many, our greatest fear is leaving with our song unfinished, the music still ringing in our ears. Each unexpected death reinforces this, and we lost a good one two weeks ago when Melvin Mason, editor of the Stratford Star, passed away far too young at the age of 43.
When I was younger, I couldn’t understand why people would say that those who passed on in their 40s or 50s had “died too young.” I didn’t think of that as young at all. Perhaps it was due to so many of my musical idols dying before they ever reached 30: Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, Biggie Smalls, Janis Joplin, Tupac. Surely anything interesting that was going to happen would happen before we turned 40?