I've reached an age where buying green bananas is an act of supreme optimism. And if my age weren't an issue my litany of medical maladies probably would be.
In seven-plus decades I've managed to fall and stay in love and help raise two now-adult children (who themselves found life partners) who mean the world to me. When I was a kid I didn't know anyone my age now, and couldn't even imagine how that happened.
Some of my siblings can still remember my asking our Mom if she had been around for the 'War between the Blues and Greys' (Hey, I was a Civil War buff, take it easy on me).
I've made fitful stabs in recent years at writing a will or at least a list of Last Wishes. It just sounds so final without any chance of a solitary 'but wait there's more!' but I'll concede, as one of my favorite James McMurtry songs offers. 'there's more in the mirror than there is up ahead.'
I'm selfish (and cowardly) enough to hope I die before my wife because I cannot imagine the pain of my life without her in it and I know I would not wish to live a day without her. I haven't done, said, or thought anything my entire life that will be immortalized in stone on a building, in a book, or even a headstone, so this news account caught my eye.
Lest you misunderstand, I'm not rushing towards an exit, just holding myself in readiness or as close as I get to that these days.
-bill kenny
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