Old People Love Each Other
alright peckers.
at some point you’ve been in a relationship for so long you’re just praying your partner gets hit by a bus. we’ve arrived at that moment.
not sure how many days we have left, i’ll have to ask a person i now trust more than most even though i don’t officially officially know her – Joslyn. Joslyn – how many days do we have left?
i have two things i’d like to write about. 1) my great aunt that just died. i’m not sad don’t worry. it’s not going to be one of those. i’ve spoken about my memories issues. not so much family issues. but let’s just say that there was a 5 year period in which i had actually forgotten that my grandpa died and that i went to his funeral and ate a lot of cookies. i was reminded when i asked my mom, “how’s grandpa doing?” and she gave me a look that made me question everything. shortly after i remembered the service.
my aunt died. aunt Millie. my mom texted me to let me know. my response, “wait, which one was aunt Millie?” not sure whether or not i should send it, i used my yoga intuition and followed my heart. “uncle Don’s wife,” she said. not knowing who uncle Don was i replied, “oh man, i’m really sorry,” to cover all the necessary bases.
but aunt Millie is dead now and it wouldn’t be too relevant other than the fact that my mom told me the love story between her and uncle Don. they were married for 65 years. she came from a rough home. he swooped in an saved her like all good men did in Clint Eastwood films. told her, “you’ll never have to worry about being taken care of for the rest of your life.” she smiled i’m sure and so it was. every morning for 65 years they had coffee together, read the paper, talked, and he went off to run his service station. every night they spent side by side.
he didn’t say much at her funeral. just looked off into memories. he set two coffee cups next to her casket. said he was going to miss her. when they carried her away he couldn’t seem to find it in him to close the car door. instead, he stood there starring, hoping somehow to catch one more moment with her.
the other thing i wanted to write about was Sarah‘s prompt – what does life look like in 3 years. hopefully the beginning of a story like that.
