Are We All Just Waiting To Die?
Reflections on the impending death of another friend.
In my early twenties, my then father-in-law commented to me one day, “the hardest thing about being an adult is finding a way to fill time until you die.”
He worked the first shift in a factory; expected a bottle of beer and a hot meal on the table when he walked in the door at 3:30 PM. He retired to bed soon after. Having lived…