I have reached a certain age. The age in which I apparently am starting to notice obituaries. For anyone younger than 30, this sounds morbid. For anyone older than 40, this probably sounds relatable. Not that I am seeking out obits to read. I’m not to that stage in the game. Yet. But the final write ups or the summation of a person’s life that I do read I am starting to take note. Note number one is: I better start padding my obit.