Have you ever had a family member die? Having just lost my father a few weeks ago, and more than a few funerals in my lifetime, I can attest to the seeing my “own mortality” in the events. Every time somebody dies in my life, I can feel my own mortality getting closer and closer. But I will not stop living just because I know I will someday die.
By the way, what happens if the Bills have to play the Bengals in the playoffs?
I am reminded of the words of Dylan Thomas in “Do not go gentle into that good night”:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.