Thoughts of the past…
During most of my life, I thought that I would die young; now at eighty-two I know that is not going to happen. I passed the deadline for that one years ago! I now live in that overwhelming situation that many elderly people find themselves in; sick enough to think that I am dying and well enough to keep breathing.
My body is bent and broken as I lean into that proverbial forest where I know that I will not go without food as I may have done in those younger days. Yet, the question may be how or why you hunger at all. Survival is no longer the situation; thought is given to if I even care?
Many of you may have had parents that would tuck you safely in your bed at night, tell you that “Everything will be all right”; but I did not have those parents. Mine dying of old age has since passed on, decades ago, my mother would not come home until long after I would have been in bed. My daddy, he patted me on the head like one of the dog’s saying “Nite”. If it was during the school year after the man chores, I was responsible for, I would finish my homework by an oil lamp, putting myself to bed.
The feeling became normal to living; I would eat whatever a nine-year-old could cook for myself and my daddy, write in a Big Chief note pad, love them both with all my heart and will until I join them wherever that may be! Well, just a note from memory!