I wish…i wish…i do wish she were here to see it.
The’Hood, I mean. My beautiful ‘Hood. “She”: my mother, gone these past three decades.
She had seen this tract before SDXB and I moved in here. And she thought it was OK.
Today — oh yeah: I can assure you — she’d think it’s a lot more than OK. This place is right up her alley — the alley we traversed over 30 years ago, when i was a kid and she was coming to the end of her life.
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Ian the Great: what a hoot she would have gotten out of him, her fine grandson!
And how proud of him she would have been. She would have thought he was about the best thing that ever trundled up the pike.
If she hadn’t been murdered by the tobacco peddlers, she might still be with us…though she would be older than Methuselah and all his sisters by now.
Women in her family who didn’t drink and didn’t smoke — because they were wacksh!t Christian Scientists — lived well into their 90s with no serious ailments. And no medical care. So…that would have taken her past the year 2000, give or take. Gosh! It’s hard to believe that much time has passed.
LOL! It’s a little hard to believe, too, that I’m still kickin’after all those years and all those relatives have passed. 😀
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Heh! In its way, it explains why I’m so sick. Who knew I’d be kicking around this earth after 80 years!
Sure doesn’t feel like that long. On the other hand, we live in a culture that despises the elderly, and so we try to put our longevity out of mind. That makes sense.
Though yes, I do feel like it’s time to go (and then some), knowing that my great-grandmother and my great-aunt each still had another 10 years to go at this point in their lives makes me feel…well…strange. On the one hand, sorta encouraged that there may be another full decade left. On the other hand, sorta miserable at the prospect of ten more years to spend feeling this awful.
If there’s a God, I kinda wish She’d set me free, along about now…