An ordinary matter

Every day, somebody dies and somebody lives. (Kasi mimeerad va kasi mimaanad--as Sohrab says)

It's hot today. I wake up, eat breakfast. The dog is visiting today. He is tired and quiet. He sleeps on the couch all day.

We go out to rent a car. It's hot and it doesn't seem like a Monday. Mondays have a feeling, a certain smell--maybe that of rush, urgency and must-do's. But not today. Today is a lazy day.

We get a red car and drive off. He is smoking even more now and ironically, the radio has a program on about smoking and heart attack and stroke. I know he is listening. I just don't know when he would stop smoking, if ever.

Somebody dies,
Somebody lives,
Every day.

I come home. I color her hair. We chat and she complains about life and her feet and her legs as usual. I tell her she needs to read "A Complain Free World", this book I read last year. (Not that I listened totally but hey, it helped).

I come down and turn on the AC. It's too hot today. I take out the little dog for a walk.

Somebody dies,
Somebody lives,
...every day

We attended her father's memorial service yesterday. The flowers were beautiful, a reflection of the kind of life he lived. Her father cried when I passed the bar--I will never forget that. She spoke of him eloquently. She cried apologetically. There were lots of people there. I also liked the speaker a lot, he spoke of death as if it's like washing dishes. Well, it is but who would believe it? I tell everyone to make sure they hire this guy when I die to speak for me, but they laugh. Nobody wants to accept their own mortality, yet every day someone dies and someone lives...

The dog is now snoring on the couch and they are sleeping upstairs. I speak to my doctor who says my thyroid is now normal compare to last year. I make a couple of more phone calls but today is a lazy hot day. I can still smell the flowers we bought them last week when they arrived at the airport.

Last time I saw her father healthy and happy was at Amoo R's funeral last year. He made a joke with me. He was such a kind and humorous man. He will be missed...

He and all those who are gone, and those who will be gone soon because every
day, someone dies...yet someone lives.