I’m in a funny place, mentally
It was strange in that there were two children’s birthday parties and one death. The children are young: one’s my nephew, who turned one; the other, my niece, who turned two. The death was that of a college buddy about my age, 43.
It was the first time I’d been to any child’s birthday party since I was a kid. And the death was the first time someone I knew well, who was my age, passed.
In any case, my nephew’s birthday party was in Queens, my niece’s was in NJ. It was bitterly cold both days. The kind where every inhale burns the inside of your lungs.
And for the one in NJ, got the added bonus of being caught in a snowstorm so that meant a slow crawl home.
All that traveling gives a fella time to think.
Thought mainly of the bookending of life in these events: Two children starting their journey in the world, one young man finishing his.
Wonder how the children will spend the time they’ll have; wonder how I’ll spend the time I have left.
Oddly, my brother called me last night talking about that very subject.
Told him that I’m pretty content with my life. Wish I had more scratch and less injuries, but, on the whole, I don’t have a ton to complain about. After all, I won the lottery where it really counts.
But I’m turning 42 in less than two months, which makes me think about my own life more and more. I suppose I’ll tell you about that some day.
Of course, it’s all time and tide. We just don’t know what either will bring us.
But, I hope good things.
Man at the birthday party: Have a safe trip home, old man.
Me: (leaving) That’s just cruel.
Location: yesterday, crawling to the Lincoln Tunnel
Music: away from you, it froze me deep inside. So come back
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