Now there's a concept for us to consider. I was in my early 30s when I came to grips with my own mortality. Before that, I gave it some but not a lot of deep thought.
Life is so precious, so robust, and so invigorating. But at the same time it is so very fragile.
I say all of this because 23 year-old daughter's car was creamed by a semi yesterday. By all rights, she should be dead. Those who have seen the car have said so.
Thankfully she is not. She is resting at her mother's home with nine staples in the back of her head, a mild concussion, and some very bruised ribs. She is now more understanding of why her dad always ends every conversation with the ever mindful phrase, "be careful".
This is why the music post is so late.
I almost didn't do it all. But as I pondered whether to or not, I thought of a song that helped me through a very tough loss 32 years ago, this month. This is when I got the call that my 16 year-old brother had been killed. It was not easy and still leaves an emptiness in my heart to this day.
So, today it feels like the Sunsett family has dodged a bullet. There had to be a guardian angel on duty, or our world would have been devastated once again. And if that would have been the case, this blog would have fallen silent for a very long time.