As I was organizing information in my OneNote organizing tool that I share with Mike, on Friday evening,
I was overwhelmed with emotion in realizing how wonderful my life has been and still is.
I can feel the reaper . . . my parts are all in decline . . . but I can still walk, talk, and think. ditto for Mike.
My analogy is the Nutcracker Ballet. Threaded throughout, and becoming more prominent is the music signaling the end of the magical time.
I always start crying at the end of the Nutcracker, as I hear that thread of the music heralding the end, and that is exactly how I feel about my life -
It's like a beautiful magical story filled with the most amazing experiences. And it is going to end. I can feel the music of the end, feel the universe, the stars, pulling back to the origin.