"If the brown leaves were gold that the wood lets fall, if the white wave were silver, Finn would have given it all away." (Irish; author unknown; twelfth century)
This never fails to make me think about those who have passed on or out of our lives. It always seems in retrospect that we all have given everything we had. We had nothing more to give. You don't have to be like the pious pope John Paul II who owned nothing, went to his funeral in a plain pinewood box, and left a note leaving people free to do whatever they wished with his few personal items. We all must give everything perforce. What we never gave, we never had.