Recently, I heard an old interview with Mike Wallace who died last month at age 93. Mr. Wallace had anchored the TV news show 60 minutes for 40 years and the interview made me think of my own mortality.
I’ll be 49 next month. Not old. Not young. But it occurred to me that at some point, without noticing a change, I did change. I crossed a bridge in my mind without knowing it was there. One one side of the bridge death was so distant that I couldn’t imagine it happening to me. Now, on this side, death is something I can see on a distant horizon.