Yesterday I got the saddest call I’ve ever received. My friend Marie had a catch in her throat as she asked “Have you heard?”
I’d heard that same catch two years ago when she called to tell us our friend Gary had died. I knew what was coming was going to be bad so I braced myself for the saddest news I’ve heard since I lost my mother..
Robert Harrell, an indescribable man and a friend to everyone he ever met, died Monday after a car accident in our hometown of West Point, Mississippi. There was some question if he had suffered some sort of medical episode which caused the wreck.. I don’t know the details and this is not an obituary, just a few thoughts on a remarkable man who had a positive impact on so many lives.
Is my glass half empty or half full? Sometimes the glass is just too blamed big…or like in my case it has a slow leak.
Thinking about that leak, I am organizing a protest for the flagrant insults I see spreading around the country with regard to senior citizen status. First of all, I don’t like being called a senior. I was a senior a half century ago at West Point High School and there’s no relationship whatsoever.
I have this cousin – Bill Poe is his name. Well. He’s not really my cousin but we pretend we are – it’s a long story which I won’t go into here because I can’t wait to share a brilliant prescription he gave me this week – ostensibly to be used in annoying moments – but I’m finding it has multiple applications.
My new, yet temporary job editing the local news rag, has been a huge distraction from keeping up tales of the deluded girl. But something bigger has been brewing and I hope it will motivate me to get back to communicating with the two or three of you who still tune in once in a while.
We can hardly expect the generation that brought us Woodstock and The Beetles to go quietly into the night. The Baby Boomers broke all the rules in our youth so dare we expect less as we age?
I have decided to change my approach to this aging thing. After all, we’re all doing it from the day we’re born to the day we decide to jump out of a plane on our 80th birthday – hopefully wearing a parachute!