Tag: love

It used to be a really big number, 95. Not anymore. And he was so healthy up until a few months before he was gone. It was cancer that took his life, not old age. I still think at 91, he was too young. Maybe that’s because now when I look in my own rearview mirror, there are a lot of years behind me, and I am closer to 95 than zero. So are so many of the people I love.