Mortality
I’m old enough now to think about death personally. As in, my own. When people I know or even people my age that I don’t know die now, it’s much more meaningful to me that it was when I was younger. A man in Greenland, NH, a town not far from where we live, shot and killed another man there. The victim was 46 and it’s in the news because he was the Greenland Chief of Police, working with his staff in a drug raid. That’s sad and tragic. What brought it home to me personally, of course, is that – well – I’m 46 this year. And I’m friends with our police chief. And he’s about my age too. And it really could have been my friend, Richard, whose son and wife would be learning today to live without him, minute by minute.
Sometimes, getting older is fun. Sometimes, it’s just learning on a personal that everyone dies. It the price that all of us pay.