What is it about this month?
A childhood friend's mother. David Bowie. Alan Rickman. And now Glenn Frey.
Recently my parents and I had a conversation about death and how people my age are handling the deaths of their parents and how social media seems to be creating a place for grief that didn't exist before.
That conversation was in the abstract. I've watched my friends and cousins losing their parents from the safe distance of knowing that I can scoot down the road and visit my parents who are comfortably and relatively healthily watching TV at home or out on the town.
But I also know my time is coming. Their time is coming. They're pretty clear about expectations.
We're going to die.
We're not happy about it, but there it is.
You're going to have to deal with our deaths.
Less abstract, my mother has instructed my father that if she dies in her sleep, he is to change her out of the ratty old t shirt she sleeps in and put her into something decent before calling the EMTs.