End of Life

I’ve got it third-hand that my step-father has said he is ready to die. Both of the loves of his life are gone. His health is failing. He is 80 years old.

I know I can’t truly grasp his perspective – but I wonder what I’d be thinking, feeling, at the end of a long, full life, resting on the cusp of this world and the next. I see pages of a flip book that incrementally depict my life. I can’t imagine lingering on the tragedies, still trying to figure out the drama. Sitting on that fence, I like to think I’d be celebrating the people I’d loved, and appreciating all the experiences and accomplishments that formed my life.

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.  - Dr. Seuss