Not enough of a difference

Some old friends got together for lunch and to get caught up with each other. So, the main topic was what we’ve been doing with our lives.

Jeff wasn’t among us because he was off touring the Greek isles. This trip came hard on the heels of one to New Zealand. Bruce explained that Jeff had been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and was making the most of the life her had left. He was dying.

Bruce turned to me. “You’re living the good life. What’s your reason?”

“Same reason. I’m dying. We’re all dying. The only difference is that Jeff has some idea when.”

Not enough of a difference for me.