Why I Don’t Want to Talk About Death

But I’m willing to give it a try

Photo by Saad Chaudhry on Unsplash

Twenty-five years ago, when I was 38, my wife and I joined her sister and her husband at a mountain retreat with two other friends. On a cool fall evening, we sat on porch rockers watching the fading sun, sipping whiskey, and discussing literature, movies, maybe even politics. Bill Clinton was the president, and so much was waiting to happen.