Oh wow. This is like words you say about someone after they drop dead. I'm not dropping dead, am I?Dana Jean I realize that I have been on this board a relatively short time but it has not taken me long to realize a few things. One of those that I thoroughly enjoy is reading most of your posts whenever I can find the time. Admittedly this thread is new to me and I have only read the last couple of pages (promise I will get to others in time). Your way of writing reminds me why I began to read Mr King in the first place. You write intelligently, painting word pictures while at the same time "talking like I talk" for a lack of a better way to put it. Thank you for that.
As far as your observations on dyings, like everything I read now it spoke to me personally. As I have stated lost my father in 14 unexpectedly. In one day all the things you listed, innocence, trust, energy, time and drive felt like they were gone. Went on that way until my "incident " in 17. When my middle child told me "never to die again" I got a new perspective. Started working with young people again (ballplayers) and they are still full of all those things I felt I had lost. Energy from them, and my own children, rejuvenated my view on this thing called life. Don't get me wrong. I am still a slightly less fat, aging old sexist fart. But every day is more appreciated and seems slightly brighter.
Keep up the good writings girl. This voyeurish reader (Constant was taken, trying out something new) wants more please.
I very much appreciate this because we all love to hear nice things. This was a very nice thing. Thank you.