The Explanation

I think I need to provide an explanation in advance.

Someday, one of you will find me unconscious and/or dead at the bottom of a flight of stairs, and I won't be able to tell you what happened. So I'll go ahead and tell you now.

I was walking down those stairs, and one of my feet did not quite clear the edge of the step I was on, as I tried to step down. My heel came down on the very edge of the step, and the rest of my foot went down, hyperextending my ankle and causing my body to pitch forward.

If I had been holding the handrail, I might have kept myself from falling. But I wasn't holding the rail because I am not ready to give in to being so old that I can't walk downstairs without holding on.

If there is a memorial service, go ahead and read this explanation to the assembled throng of maybe 5 people.

Don't bother to treat my sprained ankle.

Bummer

People get attached to their homes. Having your home destroyed is a bitter pill. Blown away by a tornado, that would be a bitter pill. Watching the governing authorities flood your home slowly, well, that would be a BITTER pill.

This is happening right now to some people in Turkey. To build a hydroelectric power plant, the Turks moved thousands of people out of their town where they can watch their former homes slowly submerge. 

It's the saddest thing I read/saw today. Just passing it along to bum you out, too.