Ghost Eternal

When I think of who I am it is difficult to get beyond the overwhelming feeling of complete and utter insignificance. Just what do I mean to others, and how much? Here I am, 46 years of age, over halfway through my life, and that is if I am lucky. I mean, I could be more than halfway through my life already, who knows? Like Jim; he is more than halfway through his life, he is completely through his life. For Jim it is all over, at barely 47 years of age. Jim's death has affected me more than I thought it would, in fact I hadn't even thought of how it might affect me, because I hadn't expected him to die. But dead he is, at 47. At least Jim will be remembered, he was a larger than life person; the good, the bad and the ugly all rolled into one. How many people remember me? Not many, really not many. It is a sobering proposition, almost makes me ask the question, well if that is the case what is the point in carrying on? All for what?