Do I really want to live that long?
I went to a memorial service for my mom's friend's father. The man had outlived his wife, all of his friends, family his age, and had only his three charismatic daughters (and family and friends from them) and a couple of people he met lately. It didn't make me think about how lousy my funeral would be for my kids whenever I die, going to the memorial service made me think about whether I would want to outlive other people. And then, on the way home, on the freeway circling downtown houston, a huge collision spun a minivan almost off the road to fall about fifty feet to the George R Brown convention center. As we went around them, I saw the woman and her son both holding ice packs on their eyes. There was blood and they were crying. It was like they didn't even notice the impact on the side. They were just thankful to be alive.