I Don't Really Give A Shit What You Think

It's hell to get old.

I wrote a story on EP years ago about losing my best friend to cancer when I was 12 years old. It was the first time I was a pall bearer and unfortunately not the last. When I came home nearly 20 years ago, I reconnected with quite a few people. One of those was my friend's dad.

The day before yesterday he suffered a massive stroke and was airlifted to the hospital where they kept him on life support long enough for his remaining children to get there and say goodbye. He passed away shortly after they removed the life support.

His passing is really sort of the end of an era for me. The last living parent of a grade school friend. There are a couple still around from later years, but, with the exception of my own father, He was the last one that really had any strong connection.

I am not really sure where I stand on this to be honest. I mean, sign me up for a quick passing like he had, but really, where does the time go? The flood of memories his passing brings of my childhood years is really setting me on my keister.

shitfuckpissdamnhell.

The last three stories I have written here have been about death.

PoetryNEmotion · F

Condolences to you. I think it is because the years ahead of us are far less than those behind us. Seems so many are dying suddenly this time of year. It is a bit frightening to think death is coming closer to each of us. I wish you sweet memories. I wish you appreciation of your own precious life. And many, many more healthy days and nights. It is then time for another brighter story, goliathtree.

bowman81 · M

The longer we live, the more death we see and experience. I remember my grandmother staring into space and lamenting that all of the friend she and Grandpa used to see, play cards with, socialize with were gone. I didn't understand it at the time. Growing old sucks, but it sure beats the hell out of the alternative.

acpguy · C

We all do it. I am 68 saw my parents die and many old friends. But I have always had the thought dying is not a bad thing and I have never been afraid of it and actually am curious as to what happens after I do it.

It might be that I grew up hunting and fishing is why it is easier to accept. People today do not have a good concept or acceptance of death as they do not experience it until later life in most cases today.