Time’s Up

A father of a friend of my son died Saturday.

My age.  No discernible health issues.  Sudden heart attack.

Didn’t know him.  Simple hello’s at the soccer field and around town. But it is bothersome.  That finite aspect of time over which we have no control.

“No regrets.” my Sabonim instructs.

We need to remind ourselves every day, before the game is called.

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