Norman Bourlag, 1914 - 2009.
Norman Borlaug, one of the greatest men of the past century, died of cancer on September 12th. Every time a a famous person dies there's always plenty of talk on this forum as to whether or not one should care. In the case of Borlaug there is plenty of reason to mourn, and though his passing will have no direct effect on my own life I do find it truly saddening that he is gone. Simply reading of his accomplishments brings forth a surge of humility and awe akin to few others, and for that I honor him.
Rest in peace, Mister Borlaug.
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And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. That is horrible.
Similar story with Michael Jackson. I've been missing hearing new music from him for a decade. When he died it wasn't as if he had an uncompleted masterwork of an album he was slaving away at... so why should his death matter to me personally? Maybe he would have done more work in the future, but, as far as I could tell, that seemed quite unlikely.
Hold up his memory to those that ignorantly fight against his work and thank the stars that he, and others like him, lived at all.
One of my favorite short films is "The Town of the Water Wheels" by Akira Kurosawa. A man comes into a small town and there is a bright parade by the river. People are singing and playing music, dressed in bright colors. The man asks what festival it is and the people tell him it's a funeral. He is so surprised that everyone is celebrating, but the man explains that the person who died was a 90 year old lady who lived a full and happy life - What's not to celebrate? That little movie struck a chord in me, and I think it encapsulates my feelings toward the death of the old. I'd rather celebrate their long, happy life than mourn the fact that I can't see them anymore.