It seems that everyone is dying lately. And of cancer no less. This neighborhood isn't the same as it used to be. The years have revealed a difference in our neighbors, at least physically. Coming back only once every few months the change is much more noticeable.
Two days ago my neighbor Ray died of cancer. My other neighbor Jim is in hospice right now because of a brain tumor. My friend Mike's grandma died last week of cancer. And I know of many others who have cancer and are battling to stay alive.
Many people my age don't think much about dying. If they do it's usually in the context of their older relatives or friends relatives. But how often do we consider our own deaths? That's something, in the past few years, that has gotten more and more of my attention. Life is indeed fleeting. But, as shown by the people I know who are dying or have already died, our lives have an enormous impact on others.
I'm not sure where I want to go with this thought. Perhaps it is just to say that thoughts of our own mortality are necessary for a good life. We can't walk around each and every day ignoring the inevitable. But we also don't need to dwell on it. Aknowledging our eventual death forces us to evaluate the truly important things in life.