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Last updated on December 12, 2018

Thinking About Dying

I think about a lot of things when I run. Today, I thought about the ring and necklace found sealed in a mug in the Auschwitz Museum that I mentioned yesterday.

I’m a list junkie. I make lists just for the fun of crossing things off my lists. A few days ago, I was looking through some paper and found an old list of Things to Think About. Right in the middle, between ‘vitamin D metabolism’ and ‘who/whom?’ is ‘Think about dying’.

Beware the Blink of an Eye

Hang on to that and move to television. I watch The Americans. It’s the best show on TV though I am a lousy judge – it’s the only show I watch. This week, after retiring and living a life that he felt was important, John Boy from The Waltons, here an FBI station chief, is approached by the bad guys. He attempts to flee through a closed glass door and a shard of glass pierces his stomach. He lays there and in a matter of mere minutes his life and hopes and dreams and loves leak out in a mess on the floor around him. I turn to my wife: this can happen to any of us at any time. One blink and it’s gone.

“The blink of an eye” happened to me on a bicycle training ride when I was hit by a car. I spent three months in the hospital with other folks whose life had changed in the blink of an eye. I’ve come to respect that life can change in a single heartbeat. In one moment you think you know. In the next, you’re hurt and wondering.

Then there was my Father, dying of cancer and well aware of the fact.. I’m just too tired to even think about it.”

So, I went out and bought a Porsche. I sold it later but it was great. Good gawd, it was glorious. Now, when my kids need me for the fourteenth time, or when my wife wants to watch The Americans, or when the dog stares at me with such a pure love for the alpha male that it’s comical, I try to enjoy the moment knowing that at any other single moment the bad guys can break in.

Cheers! (It’s meant to be a happy thought!)


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3 Comments

  1. Kat Kat

    😊 Weird. I was just thinking about that scene w/ John Boy (poor guy, he’ll never escape that identity as an actor) in The Americans yesterday too. Seemed so ironic that he’d lived through so much and then dies by running through a glass door. I’m sorry to hear about your dad. My mom at only 67 had similar regrets at the end of her life. I try to live in the moment but it’s hard sometimes, isn’t it?

    • Hey Kat. Completely agree but I think the answers are tucked in somewhere between being happy for your next breath and focusing on what will be important in out last days.

      I didn’t know that you are a blogger. Will certainly check it out!

    • Hey Kat. Living in the moment comes easy for me with two young girls. I need this! Where is that? If I can’t find my pink hair pin all of life is over and I will never, ever have a job or go to Paris!

      But I know what you mean and agree. I read a wonderful essay recently about how these are the things we want when we want kids. The chaos and fighting and the snuggling and the quiet moments. Then we get them and have to sometimes remind ourselves of how important they are.

      Funny that you were thinking of John Boy (I haven’t a clue what his name is). I try to be aware that I could go down in the next minute. It helps keep things in perspective. At least for me.

      Great to hear from you. Hope all is well in the rainy NW!

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