I think about death sometimes. It freaks me out. Death scares me.
Pete Fornatale died yesterday. He was a disk jockey in New York. I knew him when I was 16 and he 21. He was on WFUV at Fordham University. I often hung at the radio station until I became enough of a pain in-the-ass they threw me out and banned me.
It was deserved.
Pete is one in a series of people whose lives have intersected with mine who have died recently. You know how this works? As you get older death becomes more of a regular thing. Most of these people had no idea the end was near.
Tomorrow I will speak to my 86 year old father who’ll tell me if I think they’re dying rapidly now, just wait!
I know people of faith. Religion makes death easier to take. There’s a promise of something beyond.
There are just too many things I still want to do. Places to go. Experiences.
They say you should live like there’s no tomorrow. Can’t be done.