Since my father died last August, there's been other deaths in my family and among good friends. During this tough stretch I've had an epiphany. Several in fact.
1. Life is too short. Death is lurking behind every challenge in our lives. Naturally and accidently. It can come like a thief in the night.
2. I've become aware of my own mortality, and it calls for changes in my life. I'm re-evaluating my priorities and unmasking the frivolous, empty pursuits that our culture often validates.
3. Time is the most precious of all commodities. It can't be bought. Period.
Fully embracing the fact that I'm not going to live forever is bringing my values into a sharper focus.
Material things have little, or no, sway with me these days. I don't feel like I need a new house or wardrobe to be happy.
The subject of social justice is foremost in my thoughts as I watch with some trepidation as Trump tries to tear our Constitutional Democracy apart.
I've always believed all men/women are equal. That belief is stronger now than ever before.
As a combat veteran with PTSD, I've been struggling with death since I left Vietnam in 1970. I couldn't resolve what I did and saw in the Nam. At times I even embraced death as a solution to my misery.
After 54 years of intrusive thoughts, I think I've come to a peaceful place in this last year as my loved ones passed away. Thanks to Shirley, my wife of 49 years, my priorities are more meaningful now.
As it Stands, coming to terms with mortality late in life is not all that unusual. Perhaps the saying about old age making us wiser has some merit.