For some reason I've been thinking a lot about dying lately. Not in a scary or psycho way (I guess), just in a what-would-happen-to-my-family-and-belongings way. Is that crazy? For the first time in my life, I'm considering my time as being limited. Don't worry; there's nothing wrong with me (that I know of). I just think about twenty years in the future, and I wonder if I'll be around then. While I'm being honest, I'll say that I think the same thoughts when I consider just five years into the future. When I was younger -- even last year! -- these thoughts never crossed my mind. Now they won't go away.
Whether I die tomorrow or in forty years (which I think is pushing it, but one of my grandmothers lived to be thirty-eight years older than I am right now), I will be grateful to have enjoyed life as much and for as long as I have/will. I know too many people who, in my view, departed far too soon and missed out on so much. I'm grateful to have been (and hope to continue being) important in the lives of my sons, granddaughters, and other family members and friends. I'm happy I was able to see my sons grow into fine adults. I don't need more than that, but I'll be selfish and suck up as much life as I can, as long as I can.
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