If I had a “make it alright” button, I’d start pushing it in the morning when I wake up and I’d keep pushing it until everything was ok.. I don’t have a button that does that. I just have to accept that there are many things that I cannot change, no matter how badly I would want them to change. I don’t like wasting my time on things that I cannot change. Life ends. It really is as simple as that. The point where life ends has no relationship to fairness or just desserts If this were not so, then a list of people that I wish ill would have succumbed to steam-rollers years ago. I could push the button once and my friends would out-live me, twice and my enemies would be paper thin and sun-dried. I could forget about grief and learn the true joy of dancing on the graves of those that cause consternation. I do not have many things that give me joy, with the exception of my family and friends. And my dogs. When I hear that one of my friends is dying, my first wish is that I could change that but reality will not let that happen. If I can’t change the fact that they are dying, then what can I do to make their passing easier? How can I help them face the fear and unknown? Maybe all I can do is help finish all the little loose ends. Maybe all I can do is remember the joy that we shared. Maybe all I can do is wait until they are gone. If I only had that button, the paint would be worn from its little round surface.