I’m thinking about my father because today is his birthday. He would be 86 today if he was still alive. But he isn’t. He died in March of this year after a brief illness.
My Dad wasn’t afraid to die. In fact, he often stated that he was ready to go. His social interests diminished during his final years and it was challenging to engage him in activities and outings. When I visited him, I would offer to take him on an outing and he frequently declined.
“Well, what do you want to do?” I would ask. His most common reply: “I just want to sit outside and watch the world go by.”
So that’s what we would do. I’d join him on the front porch of his apartment building for some reading, puzzle solving, idle conversation, and watching the world go by. Not such a bad life.
Happy birthday, Dad. 😉