Edward Perman Cole died in May.
爱德华.佩瑞曼.科尔在五月去世了。
It was a Sunday afternoon and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
那是一个周末的下午，天空万里无云。
It’s difficult to understand the sum of a person’s life.
人生的功过是非 很难衡量
Some people would tell you it’s measured by the ones left behind, some believe that it can be measured in faith, some say by love, other folks say life has no meaning at all …
有人说取决于他所留下事物，有人让信仰来评定，有人说爱能衡量一切，还有人说人生根本就没有意义。
Me, I believe that you measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.
而我，我相信你可以用那些以你为度量标准的人来衡量自己。
What I can tell you for sure is that by any measure, Edward Cole lived more in his last days on earth than most people manage to wring out of a lifetime（穷其一生）. I know that when he died his eyes were closed and his heart was open …
而我所肯定的就是 无论你如何度量，爱德华.寇尔在这世上活的最后日子，比大部分人穷取一生的日子还要充实。我知道当他死去的那一刻，他的眼睛闭上了，但他的心灵却是敞开的…