When an old man dies the community comes together to pay their respects. Family and friends gather. People who never knew the man, but know his grandchildren. People who work where the man used to work. Great-grandchildren who saw him on holidays when they came to town, and know him through the three or four favorite stories passed down through the generations. Many of his peers have already passed on. Others live still, but are too frail to attend the memorial.
Photos are shown from a black and white, by-gone era… as if from a dream world. Music is soothing. Tears are healing. The final chapter complete, the bittersweet sigh of sadness and relief. When an old man dies.
When a young man dies his family and friends come together to make it through the moment. People who knew him well. People who shared a meal with him only days ago. People who were laughing and making memories only hours before his passing.
The photos aren’t dreamy… they’re from our life. Our faces. Our clothing. Our celebrations. The stories are fresh. Emotions are choking. His life is shared through vivid and recent stories. Lives are forever changed. When a young man dies.