Usually, I'm surprised.
"And you remember Mr. Brown? She asks. "You know. He lived on the east side by the tracks?"
My head nods, even though she can't see it over the phone.
"He died, too."
This is a snippet of the telephone conversation I have with my mother at least every other week.
People are dying. 3 people every second. 180 people every minute. 11,000 people every hour. 260,000 people every day. 95,000,000 every year. An uncomfortable and unpopular topic to discuss, isn't it? Someone once said that "death is the subject that we spend a lifetime trying not to think about."
How do we live like we're dying? How do we embrace the hours we have left?
I'll share some of my thoughts with you later in the week, if you care to stop back by.