By John Hubbuch
Most mornings I walk/jog for about an houir. The main reason I do this is to push back as far as I can the inevitable day when I die. I have a good life, and I want to enjoy it as long as I can.
Yesterday morning I got a later start because I watched NCAA basketball with two of my sons. I don't know why, but instead of continuing south on Home Avenue toward Morton West High School, I turned East on 16th Street, and soon enough found myself in that Forest Park Jewish Cemetery. I was the only person in that rather large expanse of mostly modest graves. . Away from Harlem and Des Plaines Avenues, the only sound was my breathing and the trilling birds.
There were some intersting details to this cemetery. The names were on only one side of the monument such that waliking in one direction the surface was entirely blank. On the other was the person's last name--Cohen, Nachman, Levy, etc. That somehow seemed right. When we die most people could care less. If you did care you would look on both sides of the tombstone. Another thing. In part of the cemetery the birth and death dates were on the tombstone, but in other parts there was just the name. I liked the simplicity of the name only. Dates are for Presidents and Nobel Prize winners. There was even a tombstone with the word Beiber on it-- a reminder that someday even teen rock star will be placed in the ground like everyone else.
In a way all those graves with all those last name monuments was comforting. Death is entirely natural. Everybody dies. The wheel spins, and then it stops. You laugh. You cry. Then you don't. Enjoy life to the fullest before it's over.
Enough! I've got Kentucky to cover against Kansas on Monday night. Plus we babysit Lily and Ava on Mondays. Can't wait.