You just read that title and thought "I know my kid is mortal. I've faced this." And I would agree with you before my daughter was diagnosed with cancer. But I didn't realize what my child's mortality really was until it slapped me in the face.
When people are surprised to see me, I tell them I'm among the early fortunate. I am grateful each day for my husband, family and friends. Facing death on a close horizon has heightened my awareness that our time on Earth is finite.
If you want to live life to the fullest, not feel you wasted this gift, filling the heart is what life should be about; To serve others unconditionally, with all your heart, enrich others' lives to make your own life worth living.
This October I am entering my tenth decade. As all these grand-babies are entering our world, I will be exiting it. I will most likely not know them in their teens. Even if I make it to 100, they will be only 10 years old.
Our first day camping was dry until dark clouds pushed in around 2:00 p.m. The rain began and the adults hunkered down under tarps with Cards Against Humanity and jumbo bottles of wine, while the kids played soccer in a progressively expanding mud pit.
Looking at the pain and suffering of living and dying within this context suggests that a "good death" for example might not be the one that looks peaceful and isn't messy, but rather the one that accomplishes what that soul needed to have happen to complete its work in this lifetime.
Celebrity culture has grown in recent decades and this is to be expected, as time will claim our heroes and influencers with greater frequency. It's creating a new paradigm in our journey towards accepting our own mortality.