I heard something recently that I thought to be really profound.

When we are young, all we see are life’s endless possibilities. As we get older, we get to learn how each of our stories end.

The older one gets, the more stories one gets to see close.

I have a very close buddy and we found out last month he had stomach cancer. We’ve been keeping close with him through his journey. Found that it has progressed from the stomach to the abdominal lymph nodes already. Inoperable to any meaningful degree at this point. He’s going through aggressive chemo at this point, on round two.

He’s not said and I have no clue how much time this leaves him. We’ve been visiting him regularly and enjoying the time shooting the breeze and enjoying very high caloric food.

He’s is much too young at 38. I’m the same age… Have I finally crossed the line where now I am going to be seeing lots of life stories close?