Retirement

Today a truck pulled up outside our house. Was it a delivery? The guy got out, walked across the street, and picked up some bags left out on our neighbors doorsteps for donation. Carlos died 6 weeks ago.

We have only been living in the neighborhood about 6 months. I talked with him a bit, he owned a landscaping company, and his yard was immaculate. He worked all the way til the end of fall after the leaves had finally stopped falling. He mentioned he was ill, but didn’t say what, I gathered it was a cardiopulmonary disease based on cough. We saw him less and less throughout the winter. And then one day there was an ambulance. My office faces their house and every day I hoped it was just a minor setback, and he would open up his garage door, look around, move around some of his landscaping stuff like he always did, then go back in. But it didn’t happen, and my wife found out from another mom in the neighborhood he had passed.

It’s another reminder that retirement is joke, and that it’s when you die.  A handful of my good friends have already lost their fathers: two to ALS, one to mental illness, another couple to cancer. Most of them about to retire from work. You need to live your life now and not save your bucket list for when you are done working, because that day may coincide with your last breath.

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