Been walking Fort Myers Beach, FL this afternoon on my 65" TV, treading the floor in place, looking around. I'm swinging my arms like I'm moving forward, but I'm not.

Then a coworker brought his girlfriend over and we hung out. I'm beginning to compute my life, as the number of people that absolutely would show up at my funeral. Those two would.

I wonder if my sister would attend? I would hers. Every funeral I've ever been to sucked. I feel so fortunate that destiny has shined well on the people I love. The last funeral I attended was my Moms, four decades ago.

I missed my Dads, called my Uncle and found out he had died a year earlier. Missed my brothers completely. Steph lost family that I cared about, but never got invited.

Now it could be me, where people my age are dropping all around me. I have to make plans with Riley and Shelby while they're here.

This would make a great conversation over Thai Crab Fried Rice somewhere, "Now, about my burial arrangements!".