Saturday, January 24, 2009

Death is Imminent

A few Christmases ago, my Mother cried out of gratefulness that her parents were both sitting at the table with us and it got me thinking, how many Christmases are there to go until they won’t be? You see, not knowing who or when is hard, yet knowing who and that it’s soon is harder.

Naturally, our elder relatives die, we mourn and finally move on, I have no issue with this, but it’s Mum. Her parents are still all-in-all a large part of her life, I mean, watching her cry about them being alive was hard, how much harder is it going to be to watch her shed those tears because they’re gone? Every day just brings me closer to such an inevitable event; an event I would much rather sleep through.

A bunch of sleeping pills or some Rophonyl would be awesome, because on top of the three I have already attended, there are another three which aren’t too far down the road, another black tie to wrap around my neck, another pair of shiny shoes to commemorate the darkness that has ended a life and began a whole lot of comfort coming from my end; I love my Mother.

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