“Death was always ironic. Young death the most ironic of all.” From Darkest Fear by Harlan Coben.
Just got back to our gate after spending Christmas in Tulsa with our daughter. We of course had a wonderful time.
However, there is a flip side. A drive that long, about 1200 miles round trip, allows much time to think and reminisce.
And I had a lot of food for thought.
Since October I’ve lost 3 important people in my life to the grim reaper. Two were expected…..one was not.
When a friend or loved one dies……a little of you dies with them.
I don’t believe I’m a fatalist, but at times I trod the path and when I do, that disturbing tendency to dwell on tragedy grips me by the throat.
I remember the last time I saw each of them, what they said and how they moved. The atmosphere was ripe with fun and joy. No thoughts of death. Only of life.
Now, as I age and share time with friends and loved ones…..at the end of the day, I wonder if I will ever see them on this side again.
I wonder if they realize how much they mean to me. I don’t think they do. Sad.
“This is not the end. This is not even the beginning of the end. It is, however, the beginning of the beginning.” – Winston Churchill.