The mail had my college class
newsletter. I found it surprising to learn four of my classmates had died last
year. I did recognize all of the names, but could not picture them in my mind. After
looking them up in the yearbook, I “recognized” three of them.
How did I not know that we had moved
from announcements of marriages, births, and job advancements to Obits? It
seems there is a new stage in life. Before this in both high school and college
classes some classmates have died, but never this many in one year. Because of
it being younger people it did not have the feeling of a pattern to come. Each
year will the list grow?
I do not feel close to death, but it
is sobering to realize that I am a year older than my sister was when she died.
It feels like a bonus even though my parents were older as was my grandmother
when she died. She was 87 and I remember that seemed ancient. These days an
eighty-seven year old can be quite young. As with much of life it is all
relative.
I did go out and pick up trash on our
block even though I had done it not so long ago. From a distance, it all looked
good, but I still managed to collect a bag full before I felt too tired to
proceed. I was a bit warmly dress and that added to my fatigue.
I will have to go out this evening to
get in some more steps. Picking up trash is much squatting, but not many steps.
I think there should be a notification to smokers that the butts are not good
for the water ways and should be disposed of properly. They are rather tedious
to pick up. To urge myself on I try to think of some friends who do this almost
every day. They are my trash pick up role models.
Paula
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