“Are you heading home”?, I asked the women (73) in the window seat.
“No, I’m going to visit my daughter (47) who has brain cancer”.
Then she asked me the same question and I asked her, “Can you please give me a few minutes so I can comprehend what you just said”?
A routine day. A routine trip. A routine question.
A wake up call answer.
And just the day before I was taking about “Living before you die” with another man in mid life.