A relatively short thread about mortality.

I find it remarkable how the literal only experience that all adult humans share- death- is so plainly in front of us all, but it’s still so complicated.

In the last few years I’ve followed some discussions around how different cultures approach death.

In Harry Potter how the 3rd brother greeted death “as an old friend”, how you can be at peace with a life fully lived, mistakes and all. I like that.

The other one I think about is the ending of the Good Place. Spoiler alert, maybe, but the oceans/waves thing really resonates with me.

Makes me want to read up on Buddhism.

The movie “the man from earth” also made me want to read up on Buddhism.

I was inspired to share these thoughts because I saw my grandfather today for what might be the last time.

I hope I live to 90, too.

My 2nd daughter is named after his grandmother.

In the middle of writing this thread, I exited twitter and checked my email to learn that a coworker had lost her years-long battle with cancer.

She was an absolute warrior in every sense. She was maybe 50ish. Cruel.

It rarely ever seems fair. I could cite a few more examples but I think everyone had their own.

My other grandfather spent over 20 years without any mobility due to MS. He had earned his rest, but we are still picking up the pieces from losing him. It always hurts.

We learn our lessons, we remember the way they made us feel and the way they inspire us.

But it’s never that simple. During a pandemic, the world needn’t be reminded of that.

To all who are struggling, I feel you. Love to all. Peace and grace.

This is heavy. I’m gonna watch some hoops now.