Aunt Violet at her 103rd birthday party at her nursing home. She cracked to one visiting relative, "I have to have a birthday for you to visit me?" Ow.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
103 To Be or Not Be, How the Hell Should I Know?
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Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
Her life is not a happy one. She lives in darkness and deafness. I asked her once before she moved (unwillingly--kicking, screaming more obscenities than a sailor, sitting in the cold until my brother finally arrived to carry her inside) to the nursing home, if she ever had trouble sleeping. "All the time," she replied, "I can't stop thinking."
Can't stop thinking and alone with her thoughts and visions of her dead mother and beloved brother.
It wasn't supposed to end this way. "I don't know why I keep waking up!"
"I'm too old to be alive!" followed by "Now, I suppose I'm too old to die."
"Don't ever wait until you're in your eighties to get your tooth pulled like I did." (We both have an extra tooth in the same spot.)
"How the hell should I know?" (In answer to most questions including why do you think you have lived so long.)
"She can kiss my ass!" (Said about several relatives in the last ten years.)
"What the hell is wrong with your mother?!"
Just a few Aunt Visms that I have heard over the last 40 years; and I'm told she is still spouting them.
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