As a kid, I loved watching Monday Night Football with Don Meredith and Howard Cosell. The death of Don Meredith brought back many fond memories of those times. It's funny how things, when your a child, are much grander and magical. The plays seemed much more grand. The highlights at half time seemed like an event. And how can anyone forget Don's calling card bit. "Turn out the lights." It goes without saying, that every time someone dies, it's sad. I often think of a metaphor of a line made up of people standing in line to---say--- renew your drivers licence or standing in line at the movies. Little by little our time is coming. At some point we ourselves will be first in line. The death of an idol saddens me because I remember them as they were years ago. Not right now. The death of an idol or anyone else for that matter, makes me feel like everyone is leaving. I try not to ponder the inevitability of myself taking leave from this life. However, the death of someone whom I care about reminds me that life is really short. When someone dies (leaves for good) despair and sadness take hold at first, but then invigoration and motivation follow.

Turn out the lights, the party's over, but another begins. The line is getting shorter, I must continue my journey.