"Don't get old...its not for sissies"

true!

because Grandmom was saying this line to me in the 60's....

I swear that I take enough pills to stock a pharmacy. On the other hand, my mother is 88, and there is one person that she knew and loved as a child alive. She had three brothers. They are all dead.

However, mother being mother, she is friends with a bunch of young people in the building who call her 'grandma.' She's still going strong, still moving after fractured discs....albeit with a walker. She lives with me, and I don't mind as much as I might.

Truthfully, I didn't stay close to anyone from my childhood, and had a head injury as a young woman that left me with retrograde amnesia. I don't remember much of my childhood, and from what I do remember, I'm not missing a damn thing. I am fond of the people I have as friends, I have a great time hanging out with my own son and friends' offspring, and have learned to mostly live in the present. I sometimes think it's all that can be done.....

is that "life is like an onion. You peel it layer and sometimes you weep". Lately we've been doing an awful lot of weeping.

the more the food is fake, or "preserved", the more cancer cases will be detected. I just can't stand it. Everyone I know has had themselves or someone in their family diagnosed with cancer..... EVERYONE.