of death and dying

Spending time in the nursing home with Marvin the other night was difficult.  No, Marvin isn't difficult, but the atmosphere...over the last few years I've spent entirely too much time in hospitals and nursing home/rehab facilities, dealing with the needs of the octogenarians in my life. 

And when I go to the synagogue to say Kaddish for my father, I find myself in the company of people my own age, people  I know because their children are the same age as my daughters.  We shared our children's Hebrew school days.  And now we share saying Kaddish for our recently deceased parents.  I dread seeing the emails from my synagogue these days -- I am afraid there will be yet another announcement of a death. 

It's depressing.

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