Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws ...

The dead are always sacrosanct, whereas the living will always have scorn heaped upon them. Sometimes, one can surmise the best way to be appreciated by those whom we love is to remove ourselves from them; in a sense to underline and put an exclamation point to everything we've ever done, to force them to look back upon the past to remember and cherish that which they took for granted while it still drew a breath.