I am getting to the age when one begins to look at obituary columns. A few years ago, it was a very rare thing that I would find a contemporary there. If I did, they had died in an accident, or had taken a drug overdose, had committed suicide, or had died early from a chronic disease or cancer, or AIDS. But rarely did I find someone my age. Now though, I do find the occasional person who died younger than I am from a stroke, or a heart attack. It helps me to realize that we are not invincible and that life is a blessing to be cherished.