July 18, 2016 § 4 Comments
Or even to be old.
But I accept that there is a certain fairness to both these outcomes.
I have had a wealth of days, and far more than my share of kindness and lucky breaks.
As a kid I had the luxury of believing all families were loving and durable and did their darndest to protect, teach, and give a child an advantageous start.
I have sung at the top of my lungs.
Lived with a good man named Ray for almost all my years.
Enjoyed the company of great dogs and neighbors.
Raised a brag-worthy daughter–not to mention some fine tomatoes.
Written a few books and seen Venice at sunset.
Day after day, I’ve been loved, respected, and included, and now those days have drifted deep.
It is not that I am ready to die.
But when things go suddenly south, or just follow the quiet, inevitable path to the end, I will not feel cheated.