I was going to go to a funeral today.. the father of a friend of mine.  As it turned out, I couldn't get there due to work.   But it got me thinking about getting older.  I seem to be at that age when I'm going to more and more funerals.  And they're not always the parents of friends.  Sometimes they are people of my age - some of whom have taken their own lives. 

Then I start thinking about the fact that in 7 years I'll be the same age as when my father died of cancer.

All this after having buried my mother late last year at the age of 69.. after she died due to the affects of dementia.

45 seems so young still.. but by the same token it seem so all.

I'm at that age where I'm sometimes confused.  Where are we going?  Does it really matter?  What will it mean when I'm gone.  I've even thought about planning my own funeral.. including what music I want.  Afterall, who else will know what I want.  My brother won't  - so maybe I should put it on paper for him.  I can put it with a copy of my will and a copy of my enduring power of attorney.   Both of those are important and if you don't already have them.. do something about it soon.

I'm at that age!