I have seen several people having to deal with end of life issues lately.
They Blog about it, they tell ya about it, all the horrible shit that goes on, and I can absolutely identify.
Someone once said, the only things that are guaranteed in life are death and taxes.
What that smart assed motherfucker forgot to mention was the thousands of fucking ways one can suffer before they finally say “Fuck It” and decide they have had enough and just let go, if they even get that choice.
I am not talking about the thousands of people who don’t have that choice, the ones who get broad sided at an intersection or suddenly trip and fall over in the bath tub, have some asshole drop a bomb on their wedding party or decides that carpet bombing an entire county in some fucking foreign country will instantly take care of their immediate problems,
Not the ones who get hit by lightning, the ones who know it is coming.
The cancer patients, the little kids who have leukemia or the poor kids in third world countries that fucking die from malnutrition or diarhhea because the cows shit in their drinking water.
The ones when you are dead and there is no warning.
I am damn lucky to be alive because I have tempted fate many times.
Hey, Fate got in a few licks, believe me, I still walk with a limp.
My Granny fell down last night trying to get to the bathroom.
They think she had a stroke and is in the hospital,she is 96 and I don’t doubt that for a minute, she has had several ” Mini Strokes” already.
She is in good spirits and I helped to make her eat something and gave her a bit of dessert after I got off work. Airplane food sucks ass, these people have some grub goin’ on!
Her eye sight is in question but I know she still has a sense of humor because when I kissed her goodnight, I told her she could have some more dessert after I left and she was laughing as I went out the door.
Hell, I am more worried about my Mother.My Mom has been there to the point of exhaustion and I have some damn fine relatives that have been helping and spreading the word. It’s called Family.
Proud of ’em.
Ya never fucking know when bad shit is going to strike like lightning, live your life accordingly, I always have.