Dying is only incidental.

I picked up a novel the other day. Called ‘The Fifth Season.’ By Robert C. S. Downs. Tells a story. That sounds like real life. About a couple. Married for 67 years. He’s 92. She’s 90. They are on the decline. Physically. Mentally. Which is to be expected at such an age. She’s got Alzheimer’s. He’s had cancer surgery. The removal of a kidney. They’re gonna die. Because everybody dies eventually. And the focus is on the ending. The final, or the 5th season, I suppose. But I’m thinking. Not about the sadness of dying. But the fact that they’ve had a grand life. Together. A blessed life. And dying is only incidental. –Jim Broede