And two funerals in one season are two funerals too many.

I think of mortality…my mortality.

As if I have time to do that.

I feel out of control. But we are never in control. Of time. Our time.

I had the time of my life. Why do they say that?

Are they having fun, or are they now without time?

We do the best we can: eat, sleep, move, think, talk, laugh, cry, smell the flowers, pat our pet, feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, create, tune out disinformation, learn how to research information, read any book we choose, pray, sing, decided what we want to do with our body— save Democracy.

Will Time come to me and say, “Do you know what today is? What time it is?”

I’ll say, “It’s not my time.

I’m busy doing stuff.

I need more time.

Will you leave me alone so I can do all this stuff?”

Stuff never ends.

Hm-m. I may be on to something here.

Only Time will tell.