G-ma squeezes one out. A story, that is. Today was her birthday. Number 96. She was in a calm, relaxed mood, which is not the norm these days. I wished her a happy birthday, and asked her if she knew how old she is. She told me that she was born in 1918, and asked me how old that made her. I said you tell me and she quickly responded with 35. This number is considerably lower than her usual guess of 110. I asked how can YOU be 35, when Im 35? She said, a lot of people are 35, so what is the problem? I agreed, saying thats true, both of my kids are 35. (they arent, of course) G-ma said see, no problem. It sounds like you are having this disagreement with yourself, so Im going to go to sleep and let you work it out. Later, when she woke up, she was saying that she knew her days were numbered. I agreed, saying but you have had a lot of days, havent you? She concurred, then I said something about all of the folks waiting for her on the other side. She sided with me, acknowledging that there was a big gathering up there, and she said it will be nice to see them again, but I hate to go off and leave you and your mother all alone. I told her Im sure we will be ok, when that happens. Her response? A rather harsh I sure hope so, because Ive done all I can for you. If you dont have it right by now, you never will. I guess well see!
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 04:44:02 +0000
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