I live a conventional life, but unconventional things happen to me. My cat Sophie, she runs the bloody house.. a cat has helpers, you never own a cat, you can’t train them. I wish somebody adopted me like that. Anyway, one day I walked to into my room and on my bed, on my brassier, is this picture of Sophie. Keep in mind It is only me and the cat in the house. I don’t dispute spirits, I know my husband was around after he died for the first couple of years, but who cuts a picture like that and lays it out on my brassier? Where did the picture come from? Is there a message here?
I never had trouble talking about death, people get weird about it…it’s crazy though because it will happen. I’m 77 and as much as you exercise, you can still drop-dead tomorrow. I try to eat a healthy enough diet, but I have a sweet tooth and I can never say no to a sweet and I don’t think anyone will look into my coffin and say, “Oh gosh, doesn’t she look nice and slim” or “Her hair never looked better”. You’re dead, it doesn’t matter, you just have to hope you die nice.
My friends are all seniors and so the reality is some just die off or just don’t come over anymore. I am on my own, I have no children or family, but I have friends. I am alone but not lonely. My husband told me before he died “you have a house, a car, and now all you need is to find a man”. I said “no, thank you!” The men today at our age are looking for a nurse and a purse. If I want to go for dinner, I go with my friends. Why you would want to do laundry or make sure you are home for supper? My husband used to do a lot of the repairs, he came in handy, but that it is pretty much it. I also don’t like it when people talk old, don’t talk to me about your ailments, talk to me about something else. Sometimes you just get tired of it.