When my mom told me that I was going to move out and go to college and live away from her and dad, I literally cried at the thought of being away from home and going away. By the time that happened, I was perfectly ready. I think as we get older, things happen and experiences become familiar if not Monday rain, and our bodies began to withdraw from vibrant condition, even our per veiling energy levels begin to decline, I think, and eventually infirmities begin to take their toll on our enjoyment of existence. In other words, our bodies begin to prepare us for the departure of our minds. Whether we philosophize about it or not, whether we are ready or not,, No one can talk their way out of death. We depart this world. This is not a commentary on what might become of us after we depart this world. This is to suggest that has quite a few things in our lives that we may or may not dread, quite often life has prepared us and we do not drive it when the time finally comes to pass.
