Words of life and death

I see this theme everywhere now ... does that make me morbid?

Death is a funny thing—not ha-ha funny but strange funny—in that you can ignore it for years and then when it brushes by you in a way you didn’t expect, it becomes all you can think about.

For weeks after my ICU stay due to a massive pulmonary embolism, all I could think about was death. It was lurking, overshadowing everything I did or might do. I had come close to dying and now I was certain it was imminent. I was afraid.

And then I turned a corner in my relationship with fear and death. I’m still thinking about it, but not in a way that scares me. It’s a fact of this fragile humanity, that death is how it will end, but in the meantime, we have a lot of choices about how we will live.

I do a lot of reading, and while I don’t feel like my reading habits have changed drastically, I have read more dark/dystopian wo…