I suppose it's natural to think about
it when you're nigh onto a hundred
years old . . . death, I mean!
Not quite sure just what descriptives
one could use when thinking of the
D-word; frightened, reticent, curious,
eager even . . . go figure!
I've been having the most amazing
dreams of late! Seems I'm reliving
childhood memories, scholastic years,
marriages, life in both Mexico and
the US. and the sweetest dreams of
my lovely children.
For me, there seems to be only one
conclusion . . . I'm in re-wind mode
prior to saying goodbye. Frankly, I
think this is perfectly natural at this
stage of life. Still, heaven forbid I
should talk about it as it's upsetting
to my loved ones.
In the Spanish speaking Americas,
it is customary to jest about death.
The idea being, make fun of him
enough and he won't come knocking
at your door! You'll see this enacted
particularly around October 31st
through November 2nd.
Methinks, 'tis moi laughing at Mr.
Death so he'll slink away in the
night. No need to send me any
reassurances, I'm sussing things
out just fine, thank you very much!
so not welcome here
get the hell offa my porch
no supper for you
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