I looked very briefly on line to see if I could find statistics about deaths and months, whether indeed it is true that there are seasons that have more deaths than others. I’ve always heard that holidays are typically double-edged like that. There have been a slew of funerals that we’ve had to go to lately, so I was wondering if there is any medical reason following summer for such a phenomenom. Could it be that there is a physical reaction following the heat of summer? Does the body need more sun/less sun/more or less heat? If any of this is so, then what are the statistics in San Diego, let’s say? But does smog or fire soot counter that and add to a different set of statistics?
I think it should be clear that I didn’t become a statistician for a good reason.
That being said, these deaths are getting to me.
A funeral yesterday was of a man who had suffered for a long time with a severe illness, so it was not unexpected, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
Today’s funeral was for a woman who found out she had cancer on Friday, and died the next day. She had refused to go to the doctor. “Doctors are not for me.” Or something like that.
So that was shocking, but not surprising.
These two people were actually about the same age. That was surprising. But then there were people at the funerals who had yahrzeits of all kinds these days, for people who died old and those who died very very young. The widower of today’s loss has his parents’ yahrzeits now, too.
What is man that you should remember him?
But we were grateful for the order that we did things today. In the late afternoon, we went to our shul’s annual Labor Day barbecue. There were, bli ayin hara, lots of little kids running around, as well as many much too little to run anywhere, and even poopoopooo, lots of very expectant women getting the next batches ready.
So in balance, making room for the new arrivals. Thank God.