First, welcome back. Deadlines are fine with me. I love the sound they make as they go whooshing past.
I am at home today. My body is sore.
Yesterday in the hospital I thought a lot about about where I am now in life's long march. That sort of thing, the big ticket items of existence. As they were wheeling me down the hallway yesterday, on the way to the operating room, I heard my ancestors (or maybe it was just my own intuition) telling me I would come out of this okay. Like you, I understand that death is tragic only if a person has squandered their life and the years they have been given. Robert Frost said, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life — It goes on." And it really does, for all of us, forever.
I am still kind of out of it. The doctor says I need to rest fully today and maybe tomorrow -- not to drive, sign any legal documents or make any life-altering decisions. (They should probably have cautioned me against trying to write thoughtful and philosophical emails.)
The plan is to rest today. Then tomorrow we can regroup and begin again, untangling the hairy vicissitudes of our struggles.
Larry Moffitt**See my word in the comments section
Many, many friends wrote thoughtfully in response to this yesterday. This one was especially good:
Thank you for this.
I happened to read it when listening to “Spiegel im Spiegel” of the Estonian componist Arvo Pärt, which conveys a very similar message.