Count Olaf, for the love of god, why...?

It was, as Lemony Snicket would note, another of that “Series of Unfortunate Events.” Mario Danelo, the kicker of USC Trojans football team who won the Rose Bowl last week, has died of injuries from falling of the cliffs in San Pedro. And this was a few days after my aunt died of cancer.

Count Olaf must be grining from ear to ear right now, and dinking drinks with the Grim Reaper. That’s on the same night UCLA’s undefeated run crashed against Oregon, Hawaii’s teams in action that day were whitewashed, a few days after Australia whitewashed the Poms, and still, more people are dying in Iraq.
Gracious. I need to get some sleep. I’m glad I bought my easy button. And that Melbourne Victory snatched a tie from the jaws of defeat.

2006: a year of mourning

They say that death is another part of life. When it is your time to pass away, you will do so. There have been so many famous people who died this year. I can name hundreds of people I knew one way or another who died this year. My friend Milly Andriole, who I used to read from scripture with at my local church. Jack Palance, who I knew for his aftershave commercial. Corretta Scott King. Kirby Puckett. Bobby Hatfield, one half of the Righteous Brothers. Billy Preston. Aaron Spelling. Susan butcher. Maynard Ferguson. The Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin. Red Auerbach. Ed Bradley. Gerald Levert. Bo Schembechler, who died this morning, the even of the Michigan-Ohio State game. And countless of young men and women who died in Iraq and Afghanistan.

I wonder, as I type on this blog, "When will I be next? When will it be my turn to leave this world? Am I ready? Do I deserve to die right now, when I feel I have at least 50 years left on my contract with life?"

Those who are still living today must appreciate life. You never know when that day comes when it is taken from you. If it will be my time, it should be when I have found happiness. But I don't want that to happen yet. Not yet. Not yet...