I think I was there. But I don’t really know. I never can. It wasn’t dark. There was no path of light. There weren’t any white floating angels. Or maybe my eyes were too tightly closed and I was too numb to experience anything about the most mystified and dreaded realm of The End. Maybe death and heaven are overrated. But maybe not, and maybe the angels and demons laughing and crying over my head at my ignorance. So be it. I’m alive. Hah!
Your retirement gets official since the day you get sworn in. It’s not about how or when you retire; its about what you leave behind. Your legacy. And now, the person who taught me to value this word must be smiling.