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Edited on Sat Jun-06-09 12:03 AM by 5thGenDemocrat
My dad died at 59 after three years in a coma following an operation to reattach the tips of two fingers he cut off in a shop accident. The operation itself, ironically enough, went swimmingly -- the blood flow was reestablished perfectly, but the anesthesiologist neglected to notice that the hose supplying oxygen had partially backed out of dad's throat and he went without oxygen for nine minutes. Mom died at 63 of a heart attack. I'm 52 now, with three heart attacks of my own under the, um, tee shirt and so I have a pretty fatalistic view of life. A good friend of mine, who has no background in psychology whatsoever, keeps insisting I'm depressed -- but it isn't that. It's more like Hunter Thompson said of Oscar Acosta's thinking he was destined to die at 33 and he was already 33 1/2. I just figure that there aren't that many days left on my calendar and, to the good, that makes me treasure each one more than I might otherwise. So, you're right about adjusting the horizons -- I don't get mad about stuff that used to make me livid, and I don't hang out on websites as much as I used to (I have -- what? -- some 7000 posts here, maybe 200 of which I've posted in the last two years). The cyberworld ain't real, by which I mean we're never going to meet in real life. Meanwhile, I still have flesh-and-blood friends -- men and women, gay and straight, old and young, Republican and Democrat, successful and not -- all of whom mean much more to me than the latest Republican "outrage," or the echoes of Rush Limbaugh talking out of his ass. So take a deep breath and remember to smile. Life is one hell of a thrill ride and it's over all too fast. Peace to you and to all of us. John Reminding you and everyone else I'm throwing one hell of a party here in Saginaw in two weeks and if you can make it, I'd love to meet you for real. Details are in the Michigan thread and we could all use a few more parties.
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