Like a candle in the wind

Yesterday I was watching the candle - which Rachel placed next to Laimi's picture - as it was burning out.  In case you don't remember, when a candle is burning down, the flame is already gone but the wick is still red and the room is filled with the annoying and unusual smoke.  The candle itself is not strong enough to revive the flame, but on the other hand not weak enough to be completely out.  It gradually and almost painfully fades away, away, away . . . until it's distinguished.  It was difficult not to make any parallelism between this candle dying and that dying, especially since this candle posed so shamelessly right there, next to Liam.  And  a few of Elton's are too accurate not to mention here:

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind

Ain't that right?  Liam was so lively and bright like a candle, so warm.  But every "gust" or medical issues threatened her well being.  Still . . . 

Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

For some odd reason a few tears are coming for a visit as I'm singing this to myself.