Mortality

One of the things about getting older is the realization none of us will be here forever.
As children, except in unusual circumstances, we view death through the eyes of television, movies and play.
‘Bang, bang, you’re dead!’
Sometimes an older relative passes, but we’re largely shielded from these things.  And, back-in-the-day, therapy for the living was rarely available.  Certainly not for the children.
Getting older brings on the realities of life.  Illness, pain, loss, all these become more commonplace, more the norm.
In the past year, my stepmother, from whom I was estranged, passed away.  Through the Internet, I found out two missing old friends were gone, as well.  One of them, a former lover.
A good friend of mine grieves for her husband.  And I grieve for my daughter.  Years have passed.
Today, on Facebook, a distant family member morns and remembers his own mother, who passed some years ago.
You see, it isn’t the time distant from the loss, it’s the loss, itself.
And yesterday, we found out about fellow-blogger William’s passing.  At age 43!
If you’ve read this blog, you know where I’m headed.
Hug those whom you love, tell them you love them.  Do it today.  Do it now.
Because, you never know.