when you are facing the mortality of others, in comparison to your own.

i watched my parents fade away, and took the calls of their passing, and all the time that i was their caregiver of sorts, their own demises really never entered into my thought process, and when they did pass, i know that in my mom’s case, i got on the phone and notified governments, and credit card companies, and wrote emails and then her obituary.

but faced with mine, my thoughts turn to, well, ok. like i said to my father when he was questioning or worried about what would happen after he was gone… ‘who cares, you will be dead’ was my response. he laughed at that for the record.

who cares. you will be dead.

indeed.

i don’t have a ‘bucket list’ and think them to be a waste of time and frivolous.

do i have things that i wished to have accomplished? i’m sure i do, but to name them? it would be a struggle.

regrets? sure i do as does everyone i am sure. and, for that matter, i have written about them on here.

do i wish that i was a better person? husband? father? yes. unequivocally and resoundingly, yes.

will i leave a legacy behind? who knows. perhaps.

but, then again, who cares, you will be dead.

truer words have never been spoken.

peace.