Tuesday, November 4, 2014


I have a 6 x 9 spiral notebook with a rather attractive multicolored cover which I pressed into service as an address book many years ago.  Many, many years ago.  This is my personal address book featuring friends, family and acquaintances, all people whom I thought enough of to preserve their addresses for quick and easy access.  (Yes, it is more efficient than digital address books.  Not open to debate.)

As time passed, I found myself marking various names thusly: /DEC, sometimes followed by a date.  In this manner I have kept track of those close f, f, and a who have preceded me in death.  I was addressing an envelope a few days ago, and on a whim I thumbed through the pages and counted the /DEC notations.  41 names so marked.  41 people I cared enough about to enter in my collection of personal friends.

Mortality: It's for everyone!


Secondary Roads said...

No longer optional (on a physical level). Life is a terminal condition.

vanilla said...

Chuck, totally unavoidable. Your mileage may vary.

Lin said...

Oh, that's sad! My in-laws are going through that. Every week, we hear of another friend of theirs who has passed. That's got to be hard.

vanilla said...

Lin, it is the way of all flesh. Yet it is true that one becomes more keenly aware of the fact as his peers and compatriots drop away. Each day we have is a gift from God.