Not so much a fortune as a cookie.

Two songs I heard tonight, and I figured I'd post a part of the lyric from both.

There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
-Hallelujah (L. Cohen)

I let the dream go
And the promises broke, the make believe ran out
-A Letter to Elise (The Cure)

I met up with one of my old roommates tonight for Chinese food over in Princeton. His mother passed away last fall, and we talked about how he was able to go back to Bangledesh for the first time in ten years to be at her bedside while she was sick. It's little consolation, but it's consolation that you have to take, I suppose. He was able to say his goodbyes and make her life as comfortable as possible for the final few months. Can't ask much more of your children.
It's going to be something we will all have to face at some point or another. It will devastate me, I'm sure, so I try not to think of it. Regardless of if you think of it or not, we will all have to face the greatest unknown human kind has to offer.
So, don't live your life too far in the future, because you aren't guaranteed it.
On that note, there's only one way to end this, and that's with a joke. Stephen King wrote it:
What did the Zen master ask of the Hot Dog Vendor?
Make me one with everything