Are they clinging onto life because they believe there is nothing after, or is God giving them additional time to repent of their sins?
And then there are the truly good, who God takes far too early. Like the young man who died on our family farm almost forty years ago. Killed in a freak tractor accident. He was only nineteen.
"The good die young," my grandmother said later that night. That's the only answer I've ever found, now on the cusp of fifty.
I figure the individuals you mentioned have lived so long because Heaven doesn’t want them, while Hell is afraid they will take over.
“The good die young,” my grandmother said later that night. That’s the only answer I’ve ever found, now on the cusp of fifty.”
Since my recent birthday started with the number eight, I must not be good!