Death Two

by carlocmd

“Daddy, how old was lola (grandmother) when she died?” my second son asked.

“She was 99 years old,” I replied.

“She was very old, right?” he confirmed.

“Yes, she lived a very good life.  She was always asking for you before she left us,” I continued.

“You know what, Dad?  I don’t think I want to live a very long life,” he stated.

“Why so?” I asked.

“I would like to live a ‘just right’ life,” he stated matter-of-factly.

I thought that he made sense, didn’t he?