Saying my goodbyes

I noticed a year or two ago that at least as many of the people I consider important in my life are no longer with me, as there are living people,  that is, they have died.  It’s probably quite normal for someone of my age (I’m sixty-five in June) but I find it totally frustrating.  One, I don’t make friends easily.  Two, I hate losing anyone that I have since people are so hard to replace.  Three, they’re not exactly replaceable anyway and in the course of missing them I realized that I don’t want to replace them, can’t replace them and sincerely just wish that people I love would just stop doing it.

I can see a day coming when I myself will die, and then I’ll truly be without any friends and loved ones at all.  Mind you, I probably won’t notice since I’ll be dead.  Unless my younger sister is right, and she’ll be there waiting for me on the other side with her amazing smile.

My sister Judith has always been morally opposed to death and dying, she simply won’t have it!  Mind you, she’s not been all that successful at preventing it, but who knows, maybe her attitude has forced some of her loved ones to postpone it for a year or two anyway.  Maybe.   Hmmm… Maybe not.

Goodbye Kathryn.  I’m really going to miss you.  Well, at least for now.