Yep, for many these are '"end times"; my wife's 90 year old mom died last Friday (12.19.21)--since then we've been negotiating arrangements, including Covid.  

 

When in my mid-30s, it was became clear to me that my own end time was inevitable.   It hit me as simply an "is," instead of in the form of a traumatic event.  History shows that death befalls us all.  Consequently, I encourage you to prepare; religiously, yes--if that's your thing.  But surely, for the sake of your loved ones, prepare.  My remains are to be donated to Science Care, at no cost to me or to my surviviors.

 

Back to Wendy:  Loosing contact with her after high school was--for better and worse--simply part of the process of leaving CVS.  Yet being in her presence during '71 and '72 was blissful, akin to being in the company of Living Art.  Ideally, post-graduation, Wendy lived well.  

 

Peace, to you and to yours