I remember going to visit my grandmother in the old folks' home once. I looked down and saw a bible standing on its end in the wastebasket, squatting there forlornly like it had been summarily pushed off the bedside table and left where it landed.
"Where did that come from?" I asked.
"Oh," she sighed, waving a tired hand, "It's that pesky woman down the hall. She thinks just because I'm dying I've lost my faculty of reason."
Thanks for the insights, Carla. It's people like you and my granny who teach me what it's like to die with dignity.
I used to be a solo performer, singer, writer, director, actor and college teacher. Now I have ALS so all that's left is writing. I'm curious. I have an amazing son named Mac who is 16 and wise beyond MY years and who tells me I'm good looking for someone who is dying and old which is worse than saying nothing but i still love it. I am playful and I love life more than I can express.
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I wish I was that smart.
Well done Carla! At least the xtians wish you well. They just want to destroy me. At least the catholics do. Love love love from Hoboken!
I remember going to visit my grandmother in the old folks' home once. I looked down and saw a bible standing on its end in the wastebasket, squatting there forlornly like it had been summarily pushed off the bedside table and left where it landed.
"Where did that come from?" I asked.
"Oh," she sighed, waving a tired hand, "It's that pesky woman down the hall. She thinks just because I'm dying I've lost my faculty of reason."
Thanks for the insights, Carla. It's people like you and my granny who teach me what it's like to die with dignity.
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