I so enjoyed turning 70! Especially as
my doc and three specialists gave me
only a couple of months to live after
I cracked my skull open in a fainting.
But somehow, 71 brought down this
crashing reality . . . I'm in that last
quarter of the human life-span in
which I could go on the morrow or
live to 99. Frankly, it's hard to know
just what to wish for . . . and God,
does this last round ever require
courage!!!
I forget things, important things! I
ask myself, "Is this from my cracked
skull accident in which I lost about
17% of my memory? Or, does it
have to do with me being about 100
years old?"
I have black and blue marks on my
bod that I have zero idea when and
where I got them. Sleeping patterns
are now nonexistent . . . If I have a
cup of coffee, that night is out the
window . . . although I usually sleep
about 10 hours the next day!
I'm in that place where I tell friends
a story and I can see in their eyes
and reactions they've only heard it
about sixteen times! I find myself
longing, nay . . . NEEDING to see
my children more often, something
to do with my fear, I suppose, that
I'm on my way out!
So, me thinks 'tis time to leave my
thoughts on courage and get off my
duff and enjoy whatever time the
gods decide to gift me! And, maybe
you should come and visit and I'll
regale you with a few tales out of
school for the sixteenth time!
bring on the courage
ill take it at any price
cannot go out lame
p.s. Thanks Pat, guess I needed this!
Here's to courage for both of us!
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