Jaime.

How many times have I written about you?
[countless]

I've spent most of my life writing about you.

The headlines on my iGoogle homepage are about 2 different plane crashes.
That and with seeing Jonathan today, I can't get you out of my head.

Is this a precursor to parenthood?

This desire to silently scream "learn!!! learn!!!" "You've got to understand this!!"

You see death, and discount it. Or push it under. Something.

What you don't seem to do is really take a good, long look at your own fragility.
Your own mortality.