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In his usual eloquent style, Robert Ingersoll said, “There is something tenderly appropriate in the serene death of the old. . . . When the duties of life have all been nobly done; when the sun touches the horizon; when the purple twilight falls upon the past, the present, and the future; when memory, with dim eyes, can scarcely spell the blurred and faded records of the vanished days—then, surrounded by kindred and by friends, death comes like a strain of music. The day has been long, the road weary, and the traveler gladly stops at the welcome inn.”

But there is nothing tenderly appropriate about the death of the young.

We’ll be attending a memorial service today for a 16 year old who collapsed and died suddenly during football practice. He was the family’s only son.