A long and final life

I spend a lot of time thinking about death; probably an inordinate amount of time compared to others my age. As I get older, though, I feel like maybe I’m approaching the same amount of attention that others provide the concept; but maybe not. Maybe I am morbidly fascinated with the idea of dying and


1782 days

It has been 1782 days since a person I barely new died. I read a blog post this morning that said, “Welcome to the Dead Dad’s club.” It said something about someday, we all become members. I thought, flippantly, “Hah, not me.” Each passing day I think more and more about how my actions, thoughts,