I got word today that another dear person in my life is on his way out. The hardest thing about getting older is seeing loved ones pass away. As time moves forward, the losses accelerate. First they die every so many years, and then one per year, and then it seems they pass by the month until the time comes when oneself disappears.
Life seems like a cruel joke. We are all heading towards disaster from the moment we are born. Those of us that are fully human see in each human being a need for compassion. Those that are less than human do not.