I'm in Florida now, soon to attend the funeral of my beloved uncle B~, who milked life for all it was worth. I actually flew down on Thursday, the day before he died, and I'm glad I did. I got to kiss him good bye, which is a precious thing, though he probably wasn't aware of it. And there's been a lot to do, what with funeral arrangements and family coming in and his apartment to clean out. Going through all the files, the photo albums, and correspondence, the (I'm not kidding with this one) Rock Hard Abs videos, it is amazing to see that even when a 93-year existence comes to an end, it is still a life interrupted.
There isn't time for a proper post right now, but suffice it to say: life is short, even when it's long.