Talking with my "baby" sister this week (o.k. she is 3 years younger than me which makes her duh, let me do the math, 71 minus 3 is 68), we talked about one of my classmates that passed away this week. She expressed the opinion that I had lost a lot of them (around 30 at last count out of 230 in class of '65). I told her that she had probably lost nearly as many from her class of 1968. She was not aware of very many but I assured her that actuary tables don't lie. A day or so later she sent me a pretty long list, almost the same percentage from her smaller class.
The guy who died was not a good buddy, but he was a good guy and married to another classmate who I have known my whole life. He had a lot of health issues going back 20 years including prostate, 2 strokes, 2 heart attacks according to another classmate. He was in bad shape when I last saw him 10 years ago, so his passing did not come as a huge surprise. That said, it has been gnawing at me. I do know that we are all seving the same sentence here on earth, but with each loss it brings it closer to my thoughts. RIP Keith.
The guy who died was not a good buddy, but he was a good guy and married to another classmate who I have known my whole life. He had a lot of health issues going back 20 years including prostate, 2 strokes, 2 heart attacks according to another classmate. He was in bad shape when I last saw him 10 years ago, so his passing did not come as a huge surprise. That said, it has been gnawing at me. I do know that we are all seving the same sentence here on earth, but with each loss it brings it closer to my thoughts. RIP Keith.
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