As I write this the lethal cocktail is next to me. There's also a glass of Jack Daniels Black Label so my last taste is good. I'm writing this on the odd chance that it will matter to someone someday.
If it does, let me explain: I'm bearing witness to an event we can't pinpoint, but affects us all. Most people think it started about 10 years ago but nobody knows. We don't know when it is, but we're calling it "Eternity Day. I'm sure when we learn more about it we'll change the name. The funny thing is that the hospice nurses were the first ones who noticed. A group of them commented that some of their terminally ill people who were supposed to die just kept on living. They didn't die like they were supposed to. The labored breathing, the gurguling, it all just kept on going. Nobody knew why.
The people who were supposed to be healing, hospital patients who were coming out of surgery, they kept healing. Anyone being operated on, they did fine. Babies, they kept being born. But that was weird too. You see, they didn't age beyond being a newborn. They didn't gain weight or focus their eyes. They kept staying newborns. I hear the most frustrated parents are those who were just on the edge of toilet training their toddlers. I remember when my kids were that age: I thought those days would never end, but now the really won't.
That's what puzzled all of us. Those of us who were sick or injured got better, but those of us who were well never got worse. Were you waiting for your pain to get worse before having a hip replacement? It didn't. Call me when your cataracts get worse? You won't. My arthritis? Yeah, it didn't get better but it didn't get worse. Good news for Tylenol but bad news for my orthopedic surgeon.
Here's what happens: