It's that time of year, isn't it.

One of the newer things I dislike about getting older is that my same-age friends are beginning to lose their spouses (this most recent one, they had been married for 35 years. They got married young, she was only 18, but still, 35 years...) It's making me face my own mortality more than I'd like to admit, and that of H especially in light of his recent diagnosis. I guess it's time for some radical acceptance as in "this is life".