Death came closer today. She does not arrive on little cat feet like Carl Sandberg’s fog, though she can easily sneak up on a person. Mostly, she arrives when you have a pain that won’t go away, find a lump that wasn’t there the day before, or forget your most important memory. She’ll walk behind you for years or months until one day she looks at her watch and says, “Your time has come.” She then moves beside you, takes your hand, and whisks you away to the next place, wherever you believe that to be.
