Nearly every week, I read or hear of another person or icon
of my generation dying, like a species that’s becoming extinct.

In one way, it’s depressing and sad to read of and hear of
my generation dying out.

In another way, it makes me long to join them on the other
side, like a glorious afterlife reunion.

But, if there’s no afterlife, I’m good with joining them obliterated
in oblivion – no problems, sorrows, or suffering. Eternal peace.

Bob Boyd