The Asterisk Keeps Getting Closer

I’m getting older and I’m not enjoying it as much as I thought I would.

I don’t enjoy  the aches and pains.

I don’t enjoy watching, from 800  miles away,  my parents, now in their 80’s dealing with very significant health issues.

I don’t enjoy looking back at some of the bad decisions  of my life and wonder why I didn’t know better?

I don’t enjoy  pondering if I’ve lost the business edge that I always had and sometimes wonder if I ever really had it?

After dealing with death on a daily basis, both during my funeral home career and my “32-year hobby” in emergency services, I am finally realizing that I will not live forever.

A bit of eschatological urgency for a guy who has hung out in the valley of the shadow of death for 38 years.  It has finally sunk in. . . and it sucks.

People who were and/or are part of my life, some in very significant ways, are dying.  One by one and piece by piece, parts of me are being torn off.

The latest installment is a man that I always used as one of the benchmarks of what a priest/clergyman should be.  Msgr. Richard Behl, 75, died the day after Thanksgiving.   unknown

My relationship with Msgr. began in 1970 when, as a new priest,  he was helping at Our Lady of The Mount Parish in Warren, NJ.  As a newly trained, Altar Boy,  I served my first Mass with him.

We stayed in contact over the years  and our last e-mail exchange took place back in October as we shared  ideas about a variety of topics.  In reviewing the threads, I also saw that the last time we got together was exactly two years ago tonight. I was up from South Carolina and on November 29, 2014,  my parents and I went out to dinner with him and we spent an evening with “our family priest.” Earlier that year, I mentioned him here, Noteworthy Event #1.

I regret that he died just a few weeks before his fifty year anniversary as a priest, which would have been December 16th.

As the asterisk get closer to my name on the back page of the program, I will continue to remember those that played important roles in my life. Believeing in the Communion of Saints,  I will pray for and to them, keeping their memories eternal.

Please do the same for those who have touched your life.


BTW….does anyone understand the asterisk reference?


About A Simple Village Undertaker

I am just a simple, village undertaker back living in Aiken, South Carolina, USA who likes to share the view out of my window.
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6 Responses to The Asterisk Keeps Getting Closer

  1. That is sad news. Never easy lose those close to us.

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  2. P & J says:

    I don’t know what the reference of the “asterisk” means, but please accept our sympathy for your loss. God bless your dear friend.

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  3. My sympathy. It is so hard to lose those who have meant something to us.


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  5. Ann Koplow says:

    To me, an asterisk looks like a star. You’re a star, Ray.

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