It will have been noted that awareness of mortality climbed
out of the depths of a little used pocket when I had the cancer issue nearly
four years ago. It crept up to sit on my shoulder and has remained there ever
since, growing bigger and more visible as each new health issue has come along.
It
never stops nudging me now, reminding me of its presence to ensure that I
entertain no pea-brained notions of presuming to have a future. And that’s why
the sight of autumn leaves falling to the ground, sometimes silently and
sometimes with a clatter, has become especially poignant.
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