Poor Ideas

I want to write like I’ve never known you, but today I couldn’t. And it pissed me off.

so I cried instead.

Aging brings forth so many new emotions for me. So many ideas and revelations.

some of them are terrible ideas.

some of them were terrible ideas still seen through to completion, because I am stubborn as fuck.

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it’s been a hell of a year and so many people I know have died – or lost a loved one of their own.

 

my best friend said she didn’t know 40 was intro to death planning

And yet it has been.

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my mother in law didn’t want my father in law

in the house anymore.
his urn, that is.

So he sits in the motor home in the driveway

and I greet him when we come over.

He can haunt the motorhome and she seems at peace with it all.

Does she take him on her trips, or leave him in the garage?

maybe someday we all will have someone we love touching our things, our urn, our lifeless hands when we leave

everyone in a daze and wondering what the hell do we do with it all now.

*-V.