A Year Ago

[mylesk]

Beatrice Cassidy Adams texted last week to ask if I am still posting on LiveJournal and e-cheered "yay!" when I replied. The gap since 2015 creates a peculiar feeling. "Time moves strangely," she added.

I read through an article on Carlo Rovelli's work last week that was promoting his recent book The Order of Time and only understood the things I

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[nokomisjeff]

That is so sad,

[mylesk]

Thank you for the comment.

[ed_rex]

Well, what do you know? We're the same age!

And so, unsurprisingly, we've hit the period when death hits our peers. In the last three or four years (counts on fingers) at least three people roughly my age that I knew have died, from an ex-girlfriend to an artist I knew periferally in Toronto, to a cousin I hadn't seen in 15 or 20 years (but whose body I ended up identifying, and whose final arrangements I volunteered to take care of so that my elderly aunt and uncle (not his parents) didn't have to.

And of course, it's going to keep happening, right up until I'm the one to go.

And from the other end, of my paternal cousins from four sets of parents (all now pushing 80 or well past it) are still alive, but it's a good bet that none of them will be within a decade.

Changing of the god damned generational guard ... It's hard, yet so inevitable it seems ridiculous to even grieve (but I know I'm going to do it anyway).