I spend a significant portion of my life paralyzed by fear over the thought that Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Bruce Springsteen might someday die.
Sometimes I awake in the morning, honestly afraid to check the news on my computer in fear that I might discover that Ginsburg or Springsteen have passed away in the night.
I worry about this more than I should, but I really can’t imagine a world without these two people.
Nor do I want to.
