August 12th, 2012


Reasons for living

My brother came into town the other day with his kids Andi and Barney. We went down to the coffee shop for various refreshments and were able to commandeer the comfy chairs at the front of the store. It was a nice visit. We talked about my recent health problems, but also some less weighty matters, such as the Olympics. Barney is something of an expert on the Olympics. (He can name the locations of every one going back to Munich).

Before they left, my bro told Andi and Barney to give me a hug. I assured them I would take care of myself because I want to be around to see Andi write her best seller and see Barney win the Nobel Prize,

I got a message from my bro today. He told me "It was important for [Barney and Andi]  to see you so that they know you are all right. It can be a little scary for kids (and adults) to hear that someone they love has been hospitalized."He brought the kids down as much for their benefit as for mine. That makes it even more significant. It makes me feel valued in a way that doing something purely for me would not.

So I have to take care of myself for them.I don't want to traumatize Barney. As for Andi, Axel Rose said it best:"I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain".

I have other reasons to take care of myself. I want to live to see the 47th president sworn in. He will be the next prime numbered president, and I want to see if the trend of prime numbered Republican presidents. I would also like to live to be 70, because 70 is the smallest weird number.

I understand that those last two reasons diluted the emotional power of the rest of the post. But I believe in being thorough.