As the years of my life have gone by, from time to time an old friend visits me. He always stops by unannounced. No phone call. No knock on the door. He just shows up. There doesn’t seem to be any particular plan to his visits and the older I get, the more often I sense his presence. Death. When I think about it, I guess he never really leaves and comes back. He is always here. Waiting to visit every soul that was ever born. He came for two of my very best friends in the last couple of weeks and I’m sure my name is rising closer to the top of his list with every breath I draw.
The mystery of death is wrapped in the mystery of life. We are only here for a short little minute. One life. Let’s make the most of it.
Here’s to living life with good humor, compassion, love, understanding, patience, goodness and to friendships that live on in our memories.

Pondering Death (For Mark and Mitch)
I wonder if we fade to black, or do our spirits fly
There’s simply no good way to track, what happens when we die

No person that has suffered death, returned to let us know
If we survive our dying breath, or where our spirits go

I think that there’s a better way, to live until the end
Let’s celebrate our living days, not fear what’s ‘round the bend

Just let it be a big surprise, the day our ashes scatter
The good we do when we’re alive, is all that really matters

When I cross the finish line, and end my life long race
I hope I find old friends of mine, to show me ‘round the place

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