So, I went to my uncle’s send off yesterday. It was nice, as far as these things go. He was quite active in the VFW and was in the Navy in WWII, so they did the flag draped coffin thing, and played taps, after which they folded up the flag and presented it to my cousin. I’m not normally fazed by such things, but it was really quite touching.

At this stage in my life, I feel as if I’ve moved up one space in line. When you’re a kid, absent any untimely tragedies, your grandparents go. Then it’s your parents generation’s turn. Once they’re gone, well, guess what? You’re on deck.

Of course, I think I still have a few years left in me.