“Gone”. It’s a word that many use as a more timid way of saying someone is dead.
This is one of those usages that makes no sense to me. Nor does the impetus behind the usage. Birth and Death are the only things that all of us experience. Our only universally shared experience. Only there’s not enough of us yet at birth to record the experience in any meaningful way.
That leaves only death.
It’s not only cowardice, of course, that prompts one to say “he is gone” instead of “he’s dead”. It’s a literary device, or it’s an abstraction that’s properly aligned to a given context, perhaps. But those are not the uses that bother me.
Why do I bring this up? No, I’m not so morbidly moribund, even though I play such a one in my blog of late. I bring it up because the usage of “gone” to mean “dead” is so alien to me at this point that I actually miss the implication of “gone” sometimes. It’s an interesting (to me) state of mind, misinterpreting a death-statement because the speaker thinks of “dead” as some kind of imprecation.
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