Death and Old Age

[Rain Man]

I just got back from my cousin's funeral.

He was eight years older than me, and the first person in my generation of family to die. I didn't know him extremely well, because we generally saw each other only on holidays, and even then only during my childhood. But he nonetheless had a notable impact on me.

Whenever we would visit his house, I had two things on my agenda. The first was to go to the bathroom and rinse the vomit out of my mouth, because they lived along some winding country roads that had the perfect harmonic pattern to make me carsick. But the second was to go check out my cousin's bolo tie collection. He was a big collector of bolo ties and always had interesting ones to look at.

The coolest bolo tie to an eight year old was one that had a small dead scorpion encased in lucite or some such thing. I'd see that, and I'd think, "Daayyyummmm, how cool are you when you're wearing a bolo tie with a scorpion in it?"

When I was 8 he was driving, and when I was 10 he was married, so we were always in a different life stage. In that way, he wasn't part of the pack, but it was good to have an older cousin because he was the leader of our generation. My parents and aunts and uncles were all adults, and I knew I'd never be an adult, but this guy was one of us. He was a cousin, and yet he had it all put together. He had a car. He had a girl. He wore cool bolo ties with scorpions. If he could do it, maybe the little dweebie kids like me could do it.

So I went to his funeral this weekend. It was a catholic funeral and I had forgotten that he was raised a catholic. Whether it was tradition or a compromise of physical space, they caught me by surprise with the his coffin. I walked in, signed the guest register, turned, and "Whoa! Dead person right behind me!" Are catholics big on funeral practical jokes?

Anyway, I'd never been to a catholic funeral, and it was good exercise. I stood and I sat and I stood and I sat. It went on a while, and at some point the priest even stopped and had a snack. Then he invited the other catholics to come up for a snack but he didn't invite the non-Catholics, and I understood a little better why northern Ireland has had those hostilities. Rather than fomenting armed conflict, I used that opportunity to head to the bathroom and then came back the next time everyone sat down and stood up.

I haven't been to a funeral in years, and remembered that I don't enjoy them. You've got family crying and friends crying and cousins trying not to cry, and the whole process seems like it's designed to make you cry. I don't like crying in public, and it generally only happens during funerals and playoff losses. That's not my gig.

My cousin's father is still alive, and he seems pretty sharp mentally though he's in a wheelchair now and he looks really old. We went to the grave service after the funeral and I saw him sitting there, and I thought, "Wow. That's a bad day for you when you're burying your only son." The guy also buried his wife three months ago after more than 60 years of marriage, and now he's got to move to an assisted living facility since he lost most of his family this year and can't really take care of himself at this point.

Then we went to the post-funeral dinner, and I have to say that the catholics shined here. The church members whip up a dinner, and while the vegetables were pretty sparse and overcooked they sure had a lot of desserts.

My elderly diabetic parents loaded up on the desserts, insisting that they're "usually pretty good about watching their sugars". They had six types of cookies on the kitchen counter when I went to their house to spend the weekend, but they're usually pretty good about watching their sugars. They ate dessert at every meal and made cinnamon rolls in the morning, so the smart bet is on diabetes to win in the long term.

So I'm sitting there, and my uncle is in his wheelchair thinking about his move and my cousin is gone. My elderly parents are gnoshing on cheesecake and my other aunt and uncle are talking about selling their rural house because they need better access to healthcare. And about this point I realize that Time is about to swing a very large scythe through my personal history. The next ten years is going to be a rough ride.

I've always declared that I will be the world's oldest human being. I love this little blue planet and I love my life. But man, I'm looking around and there's not a good end game. You either go out like my cousin and get cheated out of twenty or twenty-five years, or you go out like my uncle where you're in a room with four walls and no one knows you exist other than the Social Security Office. And I see once-omnipotent relatives getting more hunched and more forgetful and counting every penny because retirement is hard, or hobbling to work because retirement is not possible, and I'm just not seeing what I want to see. And when I don't shave my beard stubble looks really silver.

I don't know about this whole thing. Those financial ads show retired people on yachts with nautical captain hats and powder blue sweaters tied around their necks. But I don't know anybody with a yacht and I don't know that many people with powder blue sweaters, and I don't think that's really how it ends, anyway.

I'm in conflict. I absolutely don't want to go early like my cousin did, because he got cheated. But I'm not really liking how it ends for the older ones, too. We all got put onto this ride and right now we're laughing and screaming and holding our hands up in the air, but I don't think we're going to be collecting our belongings and exiting to the right when it's over. And I don't really like that. Maybe I'll start looking more into the Walt Disney disembodied head option.

There needs to be a rewind button or something.

[headsnap]

Rainman, I have the same thing going on too... My cousin Chip, ten years older than me and the oldest of the cousins, suddenly passed away last Saturday of a heart attack. Chip was the quintessential 70's surfer dude, always full of life, it's tough seeing him struck down so early.

I also had one of my BMX competitors pass away two weeks ago. A month ago 'Pinky' was posting pics from his big rig on Facebook, he finds out he has advanced pancreatic cancer and less than two weeks he's gone...

I have been thinking about these lyrics a lot lately:

When the stranger came to town
All the people watched with wonder
In their tattered clothes
Gathered ‘round and raised their eyes up from the dirt


And the stranger said to them
I have been upon the mountain
I have witnessed forces, like cannons
That could ram you to the ground


Stand up on your feet
'Cause your life is short as hell
You could be dead tomorrow
Today may be your


Last chance to believe in yourself
Your last chance to yell
Your last chance to be good to yourself
Your last chance to drink from life's well


In the crowd a voice was heard
Should we get them before they get you
Should we strike the first blow
He said no, no, no, you don't understand


The enemy is in your heart
Self-respect robbed by self-pity
Look across the country
All the people with their dreams dead in their hearts


Stand up your feet
'Cause your life is short as hell
You could be dead tomorrow
Today may be your


Last chance to believe in yourself
Your last chance to yell
Your last chance to be good to yourself
Your last chance to drink from life's well
So drink from the well



Oh yeah
It could be your
Last chance to believe in yourself
Your last chance to yell
Your last chance to be good to yourself
Your last chance to drink from life's well
Drink from the well
Oh yeah
Yeah
Drink from the well

[KC native]

Condolences.

I've been fortunate/unfortunate to face my mortality pretty early in life. I've lost at least a half dozen close friends and 2 of my most important family members (my grandma who played a huge role in raising me and my uncle who was more or less my father).

It's a huge reason as to why I'm adamant about doing what the **** I want and say to hell with what people/society expect of me.

[Ebolapox]

I miss my uncle charles.

[KC native]

Originally Posted by Ebolapox

I miss my uncle charles.

y'all

[Iconic]

If you wrote a book I would buy it...

just saying.

[tooge]

Meh, enjoy the shit out of life while you are here and able to. Do everything you can.

[beach tribe]

The lifestyle that I lead with my family history pretty much guarantees that I will never be stuck in a hospital bed or nursing home.
Every year after 65 will be 1-ups.

[beach tribe]

Originally Posted by KC native

Condolences.

I've been fortunate/unfortunate to face my mortality pretty early in life. I've lost at least a half dozen close friends and 2 of my most important family members (my grandma who played a huge role in raising me and my uncle who was more or less my father).

It's a huge reason as to why I'm adamant about doing what the **** I want and say to hell with what people/society expect of me.

What does society expect of you?
Just curious.

[beach tribe]

If I hit the ground dead right now at 34, I wouldn't feel the least bit cheated.

[ChiTown]

Originally Posted by Iowanian

The only thing a guy can do is live right. There is no use "saving your body" and my plan is to tumble across the finish line out of fuel, with dents on every corner and smoke rolling from the wreckage of a life lived well.

Raise Another Round boys
Have another Glass
Be thankful for today
you know it will never last
Let's leave this world a laughing
when our Eulogy's are read
may we all get to heaven
before the devli knows we're dead

-turnpike Troubadours.

Love it!