There are times when I’m doing something I’ve never done before and I say to myself, “You are so young! I can’t believe you are doing this.” And I feel young. Like the same age as my 25 or 26 year old children.
Then there are days like today where you say “Damn. Luke Perry died today. From a massive stroke.” And I’ve never felt older. I never watched the show 90210 or Riverdale, but I knew that Perry was my age and it makes me sad he passed. My cousin is a stroke specialist and I kept thinking all day today that Luke should have at least reached out to someone like her but that is silly I guess. Sometimes it’s just your time I guess. Mortality make the jokes and blogs serious and somewhat more self reflective.
Feels weird, this empathy thing when it’s for someone you didn’t know or even admire, but this is where we (I) are at I guess.
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