By itself, a long life has no significance. Jesus was dead at 33. Pol Pot lived twice as long.
When his son died, Emerson looked hard at grief. He later recalled it as a shallow emotion, depthless and unreal. No stoic lives far from the fact that we are born to die.
If I fear death, I fear change. Men die as they live.
Memory is not primarily a mental function. Memory constitutes as the body. When the body dies, memory dies too. Memory is weight. Excess of memory, excess of weight. Babies are what an absence of memory smells like.
Ultimately, nothing is mine, and everything I call “mine” is even now in the process of going back to where it came from. Spiritual maturity is our readiness to let go of everything.