Little Women

In our novels and films, we allow the perfect, moral character to die. We cry because it is unfortunate to see life taken from one who is so innocent. The reality, however, is far too tragic to portray. The flat characters are healthy and robust while the daring and passionate are taken from us. When death bypasses Beth and suddenly seizes Jo, we cannot cry the sweet tears of injustice, but instead weep bitterly for the light has left the world. Thank God our novels are not so cruel, those left behind know that giving the dying a face or a personality rather than pure virtue would make the parting unbearable. I miss your flaws and your spirit. I love you, my Jo.