I wonder what it’s like when you die.

Interestingly, he was not being morose when he said this. He was not depressed, or struggling with anything. Something in his psyche had bumped up against this age-old human conundrum: our inability to experience what life looks like without our selves inserted in the frame.

We were on our way back to Tanner’s school after a late-morning visit to Tanner’s orthodontist. I was driving. Tanner was in the back seat. I could see him in the rear-view mirror and I saw him looking out the window as he posed his initial rhetorical question.

 

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