Not for a person of true faith, it isn't.
All of Johnny's troubles & pain are over while ours, on the other hand, linger on.
It was because of this man's wayward life he could deliver -- to these ears -- amoung the most beautiful, insightful music to ever come outa Nashville.
To honor this man's passing I feel printing the lyrics to a song Johnny performed, written by Kris Kristofferson, would be an appropriate trubute.
No one could perform this song quite as soulfully as did Johnny Cash, no one.
Johnny Cash's eyes had seen more than his fair share of these kinds of Sunday mornings.
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"Sunday Morning Coming Down"
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
-On a Sunday morning sidewalk
-I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
-'Cause there's something in a Sunday
-That makes a body feel alone.
-And there's nothin' short of dyin'
-That's half as lonesome as the sound
-Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
-And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
-On a Sunday morning sidewalk
-I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
-'Cause there's something in a Sunday
-That makes a body feel alone.
-And there's nothin' short of dyin'
-That's half as lonesome as the sound
-Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
-And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
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...thanks for opening my eyes, Johnny.