My mind is too busy to let me sleep at the moment. Technically it is Wednesday morning here. Like anyone else whose mind is too busy to sleep, my thoughts have taken a slightly morbid turn. Clearly current family circumstances have etched themselves on my brain.
Everybody dies. Is that an excessively morbid thought or just an unwelcome dash of realism? My grandparents, 3 of them, are still alive and kicking in their 90’s. Well, not so much kicking at this stage, more like shuffling around with walkers. Not everyone is blessed with the same longevity. My youngest brother may not be one of the ‘long lived’ ones (many are praying otherwise so who knows what miracles might come). I am hoping that I and my own little family will live to a very ripe, smelly, old age.
Yet in the end, no one lives forever. Is it better to live with death in mind (especially when it may be staring you in the face) or to focus on living life? I think I’d prefer to focus on life. I’ll deal with death when I must and not before then. Perhaps that’s not so morbid after all.