As I’ve gotten older I’ve lost a number of my closest friends…
In just the last few weeks I’ve lost my uncle Morton Glazer, a friend I grew up with that was a manager at Stanford’s, Joel Weinberg and another best friends wife.
Which means I have fewer stops to make on holidays to visit relatives because they’ve checked out. Thus my world seems to be growing smaller.
Which makes me wonder what those last thoughts are when we go.
Do those magic moments in life come back in our final memories or is it just the pain of seeing it all end?
My guess is it’s different for each of us.
Yet rich or poor – well known or not – we all face the end of days at some point.
It’s part of life – the end part.
My Uncle, who I loved very much, was an older man, 83. He dropped from a heart attack. He’d been ill the last few years and was lucky to have a great wife at his side to see him to his final days.
Joel Weinberg was in his early 60’s and also had a loving wife to help care for him in his final days.
Most of us work so hard in our daily lives from childhood dreams to sorting out adult issues – trying to make it all matter and count for something.
We all have ‘those magic moments.
Having that Eagle Scott badge planted on our chest or winning a trophy for our team as kids. Those special women we met and dated thinking, “This is as good as it gets.”
Until it wore off and ended in a sad, painful split.
Doing well in business or in our careers – getting that big promotion – or opening that smash hit store. But often those things disappear in time.
As most of you know I had an unusual life.
Yet as it ends, in time it’s just a life.
One of many millions during my time here on the planet. We all like to think we leave some type of legacy or history that will be remembered. However as we age we can see that the younger folks move on, even in our own families.And all of us are for the most part forgotten.
So maybe all there is in the end are those magic moments.
The ones in our memories, in our hearts and our souls.
As we see even the richest and most famous people we know come to an end, the world’s memories of them fade in time.
As for me, I’ve always wanted to be a part of history.
My book, a movie about my life, and that those moments would last forever.
But they don’t.
Hell, most young folks don’t even know who John Wayne was or most presidents that they never heard of.
I think back to the Roman era and all those rulers and so many powerful men and women who thought their legacy would last for centuries, they didn’t. Not for many people, anyway.
I guess in the end it’s just living our lives day to day and trying to do the best we can. Finding time to enjoy just being alive once in a great while. To find as many magic moments’ as we can.
Because in the end, that’s about all we can take with us.