I drove to Joplin today to stand at the hospital bedside of a close friend of over fifty years, and to provide what comfort I could to his stunned and grieving family. My friend suffered a stroke and is currently on a ventilator. The prognosis is not good.
The long drive to Joplin and back, a total of about seven hours, gave me plenty of time to ponder the frailty and uncertainty of life. One day we were young men setting out to conquer the world, and mere moments later we found ourselves clad in old, gray bodies fading into the twilight.
It all goes by so damned fast.