Maybe it's just the aging process. Maybe it has been a year of Covid telling us all we might die alone in a hospital. Maybe it's because I'm clearly a falls-risk, but I've contemplated my own mortality more and more lately.
The then-impending 36th anniversary didn't help matters when hearing the nice, yet slightly morbid lyrics:
It's knowing that this can't go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we'll get forty years together
But one day I'll be gone
Or one day you'll be gone
I've mentioned here many-a-time (but for those who are newer, this will be new) my preference is to "go" before 710 - as highly unrealistic as that might be, knowing my families longevity. So, again, these lyrics hit close to home.
However, I AM a falls-risk, so that opportunity still exists..........fingers-crossed!
2 comments:
Play your song and have a good week! Too many extras out there these days to worry about natural causes!
I think its wonderful that you are so forward thinking re: death. Me? I get it. The movie always ends... sometimes when we least expect it. Me? I have a plan. I'm the caretaker... I will be here until they are all gone. And then, I will go, too. But I really need to be here and see them all to the end of their days. That is my only purpose. And then one day... well, I will not longer have a purpose and we all know what happens to things that have no purpose. They cease to exist.
Wow. Such an uplifting way to end a Monday. Thanks. Kizzes.
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