A feeling more than a reality on this Monday, but then feelings matter.
Stuck trying to figure out how to do something with and for each grandchild that Jud and I’d planned to do.
Not so easy to bring about without my other bookend.
That’s how I feel some days.
Teetering…too easily toppled.
Missing that steady hand, arm, mind to help me narrow options, consider “all angles.”
As a possibility thinker, I swim in options, until realities remind me of limitations.
Yesterday Basil piped up with,”Momo, you’re almost 80! That’s awesome!”
To a 6 year old, 76 must seem almost 80.
As time races and funnels down, I sense life’s almost.
To age without losing Basil’s sense of “That’s awesome.”
To resist growing too old to wonder, be amazed, left breathless at some thing or some one each day until there are no more.
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