A curious thought woke me up in the middle of the night recently. OK, it was ambulance sirens that actually woke me up, but the curious thought is what kept me up. “That could easily be me.”
Yikes! I came to grips with my own mortality at age 36 at 4:00 in the morning. That was…strange.
Not that I thought I was immortal. I figured I’d probably die someday. It just never occurred to me that it would be in my lifetime.
So, there I lie (or is it “lay?” Where is my grandmother when I need her?) in the early morning hours, pondering my own mortality. Pleasant.