And I am old, and will be gone...

I have been thinking about my mortality lately. This may be a bit morbid to some, but eh… the price for living is death, so why sweat it? I have, at least for the past 25 years or so, have had a strong feeling that my death would be fiery and impaley. Not facts to support the feeling…but it just feels right… From time to time, there is a watery aspect to it (and oddly, I can come up with specific situations that are fiery, impaley, and watery…don't ask) One of the things that I have often wondered is who would attend my funeral (not that I'll know…I am no Tom Sawyer). Would they close down work, so that all my co-workers could attend? Or would they find someone else to cover…I mean, they're gonna have to hire someone anyway right? And who amongst my friends would attend? I am pretty certain I would have a good turnout. I know that my friend "If I were a Bell" would attend. I know this because I realized he cares about me. (Not saying that others don't… not looking to hear from others… just saying) IIWAB is kinda a trouble soul. Not really happy with his life, but terrible pragmatic about it at the same time. IIWAB confided in me that he was hiring a hooker. And I found this absolutely riveting. I mean, how many people do you know who have not only hired a hooker, but have admitted to it without being ordered to do so by a court?




Anyway, IIWAB called me immediately after the hooker left and filled me in on all the details. And I must admit, that I was a little creeped out by the fact that the sheets were still warm and IIWAB was calling me, but he said, "I just wanted to call and let you know how it went because I know you were concerned" And I thought, "Wow, we are friends"…I know. Not Earth shattering, but still…



I think part of the reason that I have been thinking about death lately is because I feel old. I am not old, but I feel it.

I have also been concerned about my mother. Well actually my mother's boyfriend. He isn't in the greatest of health these days, which makes me worry about him, and then in turn about my mother. My father died suddenly in his early 60's, and now I am worried about my mother dying. Not only because I love her and will miss her, but then that means that I am next in line. And its not death I fear, its not living. Odd… I don't mind the price, but I do mind the product.

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