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Death is on my mind for obvious reasons lately: the loss of first one friend and then another, both younger than 45 and both within days of each other. And I've noticed, in this thinking about death vein, that my friends Mama, MomVee and storyteller have all posted lists of things they want to do before they die. (Mama Zen, being all contrary like I like, posted her list of things that weren't going to happen before she died.) So, as I've been contemplating my own mortality, I've been thinking of what I'd put on my own list.
I thought about the people I'd want to spend time with, the places in the world I'd like to visit, the things I might like to learn to do, the stories I want to write. But I realized that many of them were things I don't have any control over, and more than that, in the face of death, they don't seem all that important. After all, I can live without doing them, so I think I can die without doing them. In focusing on those things, I feel I'm picking out motes in a beam of sunlight that's illuminating one single, dark obelisk rising from the ground: one single, substantial object I'm trying to ignore. I'm trying to pile up enough dust specks to compete with solid rock, when in a breath, they're gone.
If I'm completely honest with myself, this is my list, the one thing I hope to do before I die:
- Make peace with my own death.
I'll die whether I do it or not, but I really hope I'm able to at least get closer to that place before I do.

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