With the news today of the passing of Walter Cronkite, an icon of my childhood and throughout my life, and all the other recent deaths of celebrated figures, does anyone else find themselves dwelling on their own mortality? I mean, we may not have known these people personally, but they
did exist somewhere in our synapses and grey matter. Maybe I'm feeling this more than those who have children? I always hear that children are a person's 'legacy'. Is that how those of you who are parents feel? I'm feeling like chunks of my past are disappearing, I have no control over the matter obviously. Eventually i'll probably lose my own memory of my past, then I'll pass with no legacy.
I should just try to live for the moment, but the moment kinda sucks right now. I'd like to hear how you all feel about all these passings and your own mortality.