Somethings I hear just stick with me. One that has been in my thoughts a lot is the thought that one of the biggest things that separates humans from the animals is: from a very early age, humans realize that one day they will die.
Every once in awhile I am reminded that each time you see someone, that just might be the last time you ever see them again. People come in and out of your life. People move away. Relationships change. Someone who once was your inseparable best friend, can over time become someone you no longer know. People die.
This thought is hitting me everyday now, as some people I care a great about are battling terminal cancer. Now each time I see them, it is becoming more likely the last time I will see them. And this is not an easy place for me to be.
My uncle, who has been more like a big brother to me, is getting close to the end. The last few times I visited him he was either sleeping the whole time, or not able to talk coherently enough to have a conversation. It's a tough time now for everyone in my close knit family, especially when you factor in one of his sister's is fighting a similar fight.
My uncle and I have spent a lot of time together. We share the same passions and the same loves. One of them is the company of a good dog. The last thing my uncle said to me that was clear: "say hi to Buck for me." Buck is my Yellow Lab and a long time hunting buddy to my uncle.
I don't know if Buck realizes one day he will die. But I do know he know things aren't normal with me. He seems to be in a gloomy mood too. I know he knows it's a sad time.