Facing your mortality is a bitch.
I’m a “Life is Good” girl.
Yeah, death is out there. Somewhere.
And I know it’s coming closer every day.
I’m 68. Death is no stranger.
But me, I take care of myself.
Do all the right things.
I eat my greens. Exercise almost
every blessed day. Love life.
Love the leaves on the trees,
the wind in my face,
the kitty cats in the neighborhood.
People. Most of them anyway,
if they give me half a chance.
So this pesky little maybe – maybe not
upset my apple cart but good.
For five eternal days I waited. Sweated.
Meditated. Alternated between fear and denial.
Accepted uncertainty in fits and starts.
Wondered, against my better judgment,
about grandchildren I might never see.
Such drama. The stress gave me a cold.
I finally got the answer. The one I wanted.
And for a day the world was a golden ball of relief