The hours before a momentous departure lead to introspection. As I type this the anti-malarials I started a few hours ago are slowly saturating my blood and turning me inhospitable to Plasmodium (it is hoped). This drug combo also lightens the head and could be fuzzing my thoughts, but I must 'speak' anyway.
You see, my Uncle passed away last week, after a run of 92 years. We all thought he'd glide through 100 still motoring around his beloved Island, but life ran out and the ticket's been punched for his last great voyage. Near the end, he was more than ready to go, I'm told. Tired and not interested in fighting for another day. He'd been through a tough surgery with complications that ensured he'd never go home again. Instead, he went to rehab and then hospice, and then ... just gone.
The last few weeks of his life, he was just waiting to go.
I can hear you commenting that this man had a long life, and that we should all be so lucky. And I can't disagree.
But I miss him, and as I find myself waiting to go on another kind of voyage, I can't help but feel a commonality. After all, we'll all follow him sooner or later.
You see, my Uncle passed away last week, after a run of 92 years. We all thought he'd glide through 100 still motoring around his beloved Island, but life ran out and the ticket's been punched for his last great voyage. Near the end, he was more than ready to go, I'm told. Tired and not interested in fighting for another day. He'd been through a tough surgery with complications that ensured he'd never go home again. Instead, he went to rehab and then hospice, and then ... just gone.
The last few weeks of his life, he was just waiting to go.
I can hear you commenting that this man had a long life, and that we should all be so lucky. And I can't disagree.
But I miss him, and as I find myself waiting to go on another kind of voyage, I can't help but feel a commonality. After all, we'll all follow him sooner or later.
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