A lot of people avoid it.
A lot of people don’t discuss it.
Because it’s sad. Because it’s scary. Because it’s not fun.
I mean, it’s dying. Who wants that? Who would choose that?
I know someone who chose it. For his kid. His “you can’t ask for a more perfect kid.” His boy. His child. Who grew to be a man. An actual “perfect man.”
His boy gave us the best French Fry Friday. Ever.
He didn’t spend it dying eggs.
He spent it dying dead.
A perfect boy. A perfect man.
Dying dead because of our imperfections.
Dying dead so we wouldn’t have to.
Dying dead because we are loved.
Have a dying GOOD French Fry Friday kind of day.