|From||Lee Lofaso||2:203/2.0||Date Write||2018-06-21 02:32:28|
|To||All||0:0/0.0||Date Arrived||2018-06-21 03:40:02|
I had a phone call today. Hadn't heard from her in a coon's age.
Her husband dropped dead of a massive coronary. No need to call an
ambulance. Not that it would have done him any good. He was much
younger than me, in his early 50s. He was a health professional,
at work at a hospital, when the event happened. He was probably
dead before he hit the floor, and could not be revived.
Nobody suspected him of having any serious health problems.
Not even his wife. That is why so many people were so shocked.
How could a relatively young man in his early 50s suddenly
drop dead without any warning?
Maybe we are not as healthy as we think we are. Or maybe it
does not matter what we do, as when it is our time to go, it is
our time to go. Death has our number, and the Grim Reaper will
always collect his due on time.
If somebody told me to jump off a cliff, and I did exactly that,
would I survive? Cheating death has never been my game. It is a
fool's errand to even think one can. So why not just accept what
is to be as a part of life?
Oh well. Enough of that. Time for some gator beer.
Pork. The One You Love.
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