I’ve been thinking about time a lot lately. I guess you do that as you get older. Two of my facebook friends died this past week. One, I was surprised to learn was a year younger than me when all these thirty years since I first met him I always thought he was older. Both men were killed by diseases that seem to take a lot of people I’ve known. The younger man died of a heroin overdose. He was 54 years old. My other friend, though older, always seemed so much younger, lost his fight with cancer.
My friends and I we forge on. We shop, have lunch, sip wine, laugh, and then stop to think of those who have gone before us. We say “we all die” and then grow quiet.
I remember my grandmother telling me that she was ready to die. I was in my twenties and she was in her 80’s. “Please don’t say that Grandmother!” I begged. “Everyone is gone” she said “my parents, my brothers and my sisters, my friends.”
I didn’t understand it then.
I do now.