For many years my memory has been haunted by the final sentences of Thorton Wilder's "The Bridge of San Luis Rey."
I think they are especially poignant at this time of year when many of us remember those we have loved and lost who once shared the joys of Christmas with us. Those sentences are as follows:
"But soon we shall die and all memory of those... who have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."
Otis M. Trimble