I didnt know the person that died young personally. But I know its name and I know its fate.
Each time I visit the grave of my grandma I'm reminded that this person who died young was a JW. At first glance this rather unusual gravestone always comes in my viewing angle. The inscript on the gravestone reads "Jehovah is my sheperd".
This person was one of those so-called "RARE CASES" where a fullblood-transfusion would have been the only sole possibility to saved a life.
The young person refused a transfusion regardless of the consequences being fully aware of the riscs and was buried here far away from its town in a remote village, where it did an apprenticeship and everyone in the village knows the story.
The grave looks always unkempt and was constructed as cheap as possible, never I see flowers, what I notice because it is surrounded of those expensive elegant polished "marble" graves that mostly beautiful decorated. Has this person been forgotten of the congregation. Imagine this fate, it sacrifed its life for jehovah and then nobody visits the grave because they are too busy in the preaching work or the congregation has not enough money to afford a regular gardening service for the grave of an " faithful heroe" of faith, what a fine testimony for Jehovah. Obviously the family is too poor too cause every cent goes to Warwick.
But once a year I pass by thinking about that Jehovah, that once ruled my life and who the person was in its life. The master where it did the apprenticeship loved the person very much, wrote the papers.