Posts Tagged ‘Life and Death’

I’ve Got Something To Say . . .

November 1, 2017

Not to be morbid, but some days I’m more aware than others of the fact that my body isn’t going to last forever.  No matter how easy I try to take it, eventually I’m going to burn through this thing, and then, one way or the other, it’ll be time for a change.

She Sounded Good Though

June 26, 2014

Last night I dreamt I was on the road, realized that I was near where my grandmother was, and decided I’d stop and see her. When I got there though, I was momentarily confused because the old house was gone and there was a lot of construction going on. Then I remembered that she’d moved, and after a bit of searching, I found her new number and called.

“Hey, Grandma” I said. “I know it’s been a while, and I’m sorry I haven’t called . . .”

“That’s alright, son,” she interrupted, sounding a touch bemused. “I didn’t really expect you to.”

That stung a little bit, but I persevered. “In any event, I’m in the area and I thought I might stop by, maybe even stay with you for a while if that’d be alright.”

“It would not be alright,” she said firmly. “I think it’s best you got back on the road you were on, don’t you?”

That stung even more, but then I realized she was right, her being dead all these years and all . . .

A Deadpan Response

April 24, 2014

Do I believe in life after death?

Well . . . it’s certainly possible, though it doesn’t work out for everyone, obviously. Generally it takes a favorable set of circumstances, and prompt and competent medical care, but it’s definitely possible. If you need proof, if you ask around at any decent-sized hospital with an emergency room and surgical ward, you should easily be able to find an ample number of cases of people dying and being brought back to life to satisfy you.

That’s not what you meant, you say?

Sorry. Try being more specific in your question next time.

Post Birthday Thoughts 2012 (Part Two)

May 15, 2012

Unsurprisingly in hindsight, I got accused of being “depressing” after yesterday’s post.  The funny thing is that I don’t particularly consider yesterday’s observation depressing, just a wry comment on the fact that none of us get out of this life alive.  For me depressing is the situation of being done with Lady Life, but Lady Life not being done with you.

But I digress.

The reason behind this line of musing though is a simple one.  While I’ve touched (ahem) enough lives in my time that I’m comfortable with the number of people who would be upset by the news of my demise, this past year has made it clear to me how much at least one little life right now would be upset beyond a respectful mourning period and the occasional glass raised in my memory, so these days I find myself taking more care in crossing the street and the like than I ever have before.  Not to imply that I have routinely been careless with my life, mind you.  (Well, not recently, at least.)

I’ve also touched enough lives in my time that I’m uncomfortable with the number of people who would not be upset by the news of my demise, and I’m not done outliving them yet, you see.

Post Birthday Thoughts 2012 (Part One)

May 14, 2012

Another year, another 365 or so days of Lady Life telling everyone, “He’s with me.”

It’s just a pity that when the inevitable breakup comes, she’s probably going to have made the decision it’s over long before I have.

(When I sat down to write this I had a longer post in mind, but Senor Schedule had different ideas, so I’m going to try for more tomorrow.)