I have never understood it when after someone has died people often say ‘He (or she) had a full life,’ as if a life lived can be measured in a Pyrex measuring cup. As if once life reaches beyond the little red markings with the possibility of overflowing onto the Formica counter, it’s time to pass on.
A few weeks ago, my friend Julian Stein, Jr. died in Baltimore. At 93, I’m certain many will say he had a full life, but I am willing to bet that his family and many others including me, wish that the Great Filler of the Pyrex Cup in the Sky would have allowed him just a few more ounces above the red markings.
There are many who miss him so, so much already.