Ars Moriendi

Woke from sleep this morning thinking about Steve, the man who lives next door to my parents' home in Boston. I don't think of him often, but I know he's sick. He's got Lou Gehrig's disease. Two hours later as I was getting coffee my father called to tell me Steve had died.

I also heard from old friend Kip today. He told me his wife Carla's dad had passed. Both men will be missed.


(Memento mori.)