Shut up and kiss me---
I remember that song sung by Mary Chapin Carpenter.
Actually this is about that little boy in Tennessee who is only 12 years old. The one who has the rare cancer that is about to take his
young life. The one that Terbear posted about.
I read blogs here. People moping around moaning about what?
That they can’t find a date for tonight? That they have to give up
coffee (sorry A!) that they hate where they live? That they are still in Love with some person that was just all wrong for them? That
they hate their jobs? At least they have a job! I could go on and on, but I won’t.
The kid’s name is Alex. He is going home to be with his family. He is going home to die. He is making out his Bucket List. Yeah,
At 12 years old, he is thinking about his final days. And, the article goes on to say that he is always happy. That young boy is brave,
strong, wise beyond years. Maybe staring Death in the face does
that to you.
So, here I am in my Golden Years, whatever that means. I am lucky. I am healthy, so far… And, damn it. I am going to enjoy the day…
ps - This lecture is really for ME most of all - I am working on my whining….