Mortality

A couple of hours ago my Uncle Sandy died. He was battling with cancer, so it wasn't that much of a surprise, but you find it doesn't make much difference. He wasn't really my uncle, but my great-uncle--my maternal grandmother's brother. His screen name--his stage name, that is--was Sandy Ward.

I never knew him that well. I only actually met him about three times, but he made an impression on me during the time I spent with him. He had a charisma that made it clear how had gotten into movies.

As these things make one do, I've done more thinking, considering, of my own mortality. Truth is, I never plan to die. Given an infinite amount of time, I might actually get things going well for me.