I am not describing an epidemic. It's just that some folks that I saw on TV and heard on radio in the '60s and 70's are reaching the end of life.

Mary Travers, of Peter Paul and Mary fame, passed this week. What a talented trio they were.

Henry Gibson, who as far as I know, only was on "Laugh In" when I was in middle school, also died the other day. I guess he was funny, he seemed to hold a flower while he recited some sort of poem, but not much after that gig from what I can tell.

Patrick Swayzee, way too young at 57, but for boomers like me, a wake up call. Stuff starts to happen that at a younger age was not a worry.

Our generation has had its share of tragic, bizarre and sad deaths from those who were of our generation and whose lives ended early. John Lennon, Buddy Hollly, Elvis Presley, Jim Morrison. Among others.

Getting used to those of this era of entertainment leaving this veil of tears becasue they are at the end of what is a normal life time--I am not sure I am able to deal with it yet, and I suspect many boomers like me feel the same way. Denial? You bet!