I love this story but I especially love how people talk about death when they have reached a certain age. You don't need to give details. You don't need fancy explanations. It's just understood.
Part of it may be that it's a guy-talk (sorry for the stereotype but I imagine you know what I'm referring to, and it isn't true for all men nor are women exempt), but part of it is that there's nothing else that needs to be said. "I thought she would live longer than you." "How many years has it been?" Death weaves its way into your life so it's as common as when we used to talk about whether our toddlers slept through the night.
I was vicariously riveted, Emily! You had all my 55 years-worth of cells hanging on every word (and also all my introverted cells and sensory sponging-cells - deeply relate to the experience of being drawn in as a quiet witness, whether I want to be or not).
Yes, whether you want to be or not. I’m glad you can relate, and I also commiserate with you because we do not always want to be drawn in but are anyways (although this experience leaned more toward fascinated than appalled:).
Very timely topic, Emily. A friend was riding his Vespa a few weeks ago near his house, got into an accident and died instantly. He was just four years younger than me. I think about my demise more and more these days but not negatively which is something i wonder about. I'm coming to appreciate everyone's back story these days, too, and listening to those older men would have had me riveted also. Hope you're doing well, friend.
The backstory is so interesting to me. I’ve experienced a couple of really untimely and surprising deaths that definitely made me think hard about my own. I’m sorry about your friend! I do think making a practice of being with our own deaths is important and healthy. Thanks Steve!
I would have been riveted too. And wondering what kind of lives they've lived, as well as how a guy who uses a walker manages to wrangle a snow-blower. All fascinating. Plus, you had tea and chocolate croissants--yum! And you got home safely, a blessing. That's a long drive.
I love this story but I especially love how people talk about death when they have reached a certain age. You don't need to give details. You don't need fancy explanations. It's just understood.
Part of it may be that it's a guy-talk (sorry for the stereotype but I imagine you know what I'm referring to, and it isn't true for all men nor are women exempt), but part of it is that there's nothing else that needs to be said. "I thought she would live longer than you." "How many years has it been?" Death weaves its way into your life so it's as common as when we used to talk about whether our toddlers slept through the night.
So true! No more toddlers, onto ailments and expiration dates! Thank you, Julia
Onward! Now that's progress! LoL
Ha!
Love the story about the old men!
Thanks Tim! Missed seeing you this year:).
I was vicariously riveted, Emily! You had all my 55 years-worth of cells hanging on every word (and also all my introverted cells and sensory sponging-cells - deeply relate to the experience of being drawn in as a quiet witness, whether I want to be or not).
Yes, whether you want to be or not. I’m glad you can relate, and I also commiserate with you because we do not always want to be drawn in but are anyways (although this experience leaned more toward fascinated than appalled:).
Very timely topic, Emily. A friend was riding his Vespa a few weeks ago near his house, got into an accident and died instantly. He was just four years younger than me. I think about my demise more and more these days but not negatively which is something i wonder about. I'm coming to appreciate everyone's back story these days, too, and listening to those older men would have had me riveted also. Hope you're doing well, friend.
The backstory is so interesting to me. I’ve experienced a couple of really untimely and surprising deaths that definitely made me think hard about my own. I’m sorry about your friend! I do think making a practice of being with our own deaths is important and healthy. Thanks Steve!
I would have been riveted too. And wondering what kind of lives they've lived, as well as how a guy who uses a walker manages to wrangle a snow-blower. All fascinating. Plus, you had tea and chocolate croissants--yum! And you got home safely, a blessing. That's a long drive.
I’m glad you would have also been listening Susan!