I muse. At the passing of my friends and acquaintances. And
though this may sound strange, I’m thankful. That it wasn’t me. I’d rather
attend other people’s funerals. Than my own. I’d like to outlive everyone. And
the best way to do that, is by reaching a very, very old age. Sure, it’s sad.
To see a loved one die. I grieve. I mourn. But then I get on with life. Makes
me a survivor. --Jim Broede
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