Be alive before you die. That is a chapter heading in a book that I am reading. I may take that for my newest mantra. It also makes me remember a neighbor from our cottage in Michigan. We just got the message that she died. We were cottage neighbors
for 35 years. She was a full time resident of our cottage community. We didn't socially interact. But we'd borrowed a cup of sugar or bring over fresh baked brownies to each other. Or we would call her from Chicago and ask how much snow was on our cottage
roof. I was sorry to hear about my neighbors death. I don't think that she was ever truly alive . At least not by my definition of alive. She didn't do anything. She never left for a trip. I don't think she ever went to the local movie house. She had no hobbies.
Said her husband traveled so much for business that he didn't want to go any place. So she didn't. Ever. She was never alive before she died. Her obituary said that she liked to do cross word puzzles. That is so sad if the only thing that can be said in your
obit is that you did cross word puzzles.