I don't know if this is a thread really or just a reflection or a ponderance. Last month I saw my neighbor (89) across the street drive into his driveway in the afternoon. He has lived alone since his wife (92) died last year. The next day his daughter called me and said she couldn't get him on the phone and would I knock on the door. Long story short they cart him off in an ambulance and during the night he passed. Turns out he had had a stroke.
Segue to yesterday when I drove up for lunch they had put all his belongings that the vultures left out on the driveway.
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An hour later the Got Junk truck had loaded it all up.
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I feel Richard was fortunate in that he lived on his own by his own terms up until the end of his life but to see the disposal of all your stuff in that cavalier fashion just seems so unceremonious.
One day you're going about your business as usual and the next they throw your stuff in the landfill and the river never stops flowing and the sun goes about it's regular route.
I guess I...we all really, know these things but now and then we get reminded that even the great ones whose names are carved in granite will pass through the hourglass like the sands and not be long remered.
"Enjoy life with your wife, whom you love, all the days of this meaningless life that God has given you under the sun-- all your meaningless days. For this is your lot in life and in your toilsome labor under the sun. Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the grave, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom."
Travel well old friend. I'll miss you.