In memory of a man once rejoiced.

When a son was born, I think, the whole universe rejoiced! Not only his family, especially when he was the first born. So, when a son of a man died, I think, he should be remembered and also rejoiced.
This is a story of a son of a man, that once so powerful in his family, and praised by many people. But he was only a son of that man. His family expected great things happen from him, but once he couldn't deliver, he got kick out and was ashamed of that family. One thing for sure, he was once rejoice, and he was a human being, just like the rest of us. He was created, and given life, by our higher being, and never once, he felt even a slightly higher than other human being. After all, we all created from ashes and will be ashes again, ashes to ashes. Not one of us, as a human being, bury in gold mining, or outer space, we will be bury in the ground next to the worms.
This man had a wife, who I believe loved him very much, regardless her complain of being too tired to take care of him. Yes, as a wife, sometimes, we all got tired, and hoping, this burden will go away, the needs to take care of a person who we vowed to take care of each other, for better or worse, till death do us apart, still remained until his death bed. Whether the wife delivered the vow or not, I don't think it's for me the judge.
It is so sad that he had to die alone, not surrounded by people who loved him and remembered him as a human being. His family were there, out side the room, and it took two hours to find out that he passed away already.
That day I learned, that we should rejoice and be graceful with the ones who love us every day, and remember my vow in front of God, and many people, that I will stay for life to the one I married. For better or worse, till death do us apart. That day I remember that no one is higher than me, and I am not higher than any one. We are all the same in the eyes of God.