|The last ride!|
Saturday, March 1, 2014
DEATH AND THE HOKEY POKEY:
When you get my age you find death lurking in the shadows just beyond sight. You are conscious of your mortality and your limited future – something that never really concerned you when you were young.
I don’t worry about death, but I know it is the final payment we all owe to nature.
My grandmother would tell the story that her family always got together at Thanksgiving at the great grandparents house and it was an unspoken joke that my
great grandfather always started
the meal by saying that this would probably be the last Thanksgiving he would
share with them. This went on for of years - until he wasn't. Kentucky
I don’t have family to share with: just my wife. At my stage of life I find it important to do the things I enjoy. When I am finally gone I have only one request: that my wife put my ashes in a douche bag with bourbon and water and run me through one more time.