A post I just read over at The Art of Manliness just helped me think through something that’s been in the back of my mind for a while now – my mortality. The post is on how one grieves a friend. I got pretty choked up reading it, which is pretty rare for me. Normally it takes ‘Saving Private Ryan’ or ‘A Snoodles Tale’ to make me get misty. But this got to me. Though the writing was very good, I wasn’t sure why it affected me so. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was because I could so easily identify with the writer. While I haven’t had any close personal friends die, I do know of several men my own age – with families and young children like mine – who have died recently. I’ve been in that life stage for a while where many of the older generation of relatives and friends have started to pass. But seeing people who have always seemed ‘old’ pass away hasn’t effected the image of my own mortality the way seeing someone very much like me suddenly struck with cancer and die. Combined with annual insurance enrollments that this year included increased life insurance coverage on both my wife and myself, and I’ve been thinking about this stuff a lot.
As busy as my life is, I am finding myself with a good deal of forced downtime every evening as of late. My 2 year old son, Ian, has been scared to go to sleep by himself ever since he was scared by fireworks going off in the neighborhood over July 4th. So I’ve been sitting in his room every night (except when Christy has given me a break a couple of times) waiting for him to fall asleep before I sneak downstairs. The result has been a lot of social media reading, Peggle playing, and other general time-wasting on my cellphone. Here’s to hoping this post (and my recent move from GoDaddy to HostGator) gets me into the habit of blogging more so the time is of some potential value besides clearing all the new Angry Birds Seasons levels with 3 stars.
I had to make a quick post to say thanks to (and brag about) Paul McCann, the Nashville Predators PA announcer, for doing a huge favor for us.
For those that haven’t seen, our oldest son, Ian, is a huge Predators fan (like his parents, of course). One of his favorite parts of the game is the starting lineups. He cheers loudly through them, and frequently asks us to play intro videos from YouTube when he’s playing. Then a while back we started introducing him like he was a hockey player (I think my parents started it, actually). He loves it and frequently asks for us to do it “a-gin”. Over and over again. (Sometimes he also introduces himself)
See the video below for an example:
So that leads to what Paul McCann did for us.