The worst part about death is forgetting the image of the beloved. It’s the final robbery, the last betrayal. — Night Tiger by Yangsze Choo
This is a really astute and sad observation. The only other angle I’d add is the likelihood that whatever image you do retain, it’s clearly faded or outdated because your beloved is still stuck at the age of 26, forever memorialized in youth. While the rest of us, continue to age as life leaves its mark.
