Grandpa’s neighbor died last night.
Death is an odd thing in a seniors’ community.
When I heard the news I made a “that’s too bad” face.
But I didn’t really feel that way.
Of course people die here.
Its like hanging out in an airport and getting sad when someone’s plane is boarding.
Of course their plane came.
Hopefully the boarding was peaceful.
And nobody unknown to them packed their luggage.
Stow your memories in the overhead compartment,
make sure your seatback is in a full upright position,
and enjoy the next leg of the journey.