Originally posted on September 27, 2013.
I guess I’m getting old. Actually, there’s not much “guessing” about it. I think about death a lot more than I did when I was younger.
Besides, it’s kind of been brought to my attention lately. I wrote a post a few weeks ago about an elderly neighbor who was found dead in his home. My next-door neighbor was the one who told me what had happened. Two weeks later, he died. He was my age. [added a day later: Now there’s a “sale” at his house. Cars parked up and down the street. People going through the house; strangers dissecting a life now gone. Got me to thinking about such things.]
Our daughter who lives in Florida was here last week to visit us. While she was here, she went through a container of things which had belonged to my grandmother and had been in her china cabinet –…
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