Death Talk

Can you see what Hunka Hunka is doing?  

To me me it looks like he is unfolding a bodybag!

 I wonder who he plans to put in it?

 

The other day we were discussing how expensive funerals are. Because of the expense and our lack of life insurance, cremation seems to be an option for us. When I asked him what song he would like played at his memorial service he decided on "Were it Not for Grace".

It's a beautiful song about Jesus' grace and where we would be without it.

 He in turn asked me what song I would like.

I told him it didn't really matter; whatever would make him feel better.

He thought for a few SECONDS (not minutes, mind you)  and said,

 "I've got it. I know the perfect song!"

And with gusto he belted out  Alicia Key's, 'This Girl is on Fire".

 

I hope he was talking about the cremation process and not where he thinks I will wind up.

 

I told him I had changed my mind and would have "Burn,Baby,Burn"  played at his.

 

 

 

 

Talking to Ourselves

I know that as we age we tend to forget. Some forgetfulness seems to encompass all older adults. Just mention your memory problems around your peers and you get all kinds of stories; forgetting where you put your keys, forgetting why you walked to another room in the house, forgetting the name of an acquaintance, stopping at the end of the driveway to remember where you are going. A lot of this I am told is because older adults have mastered the art of cruise control. So little catches us by surprise that we literally coast through the day on auto-pilot.

But let me ask you....is it normal to be taking a shower and all of a sudden you are standing there looking clueless because you can't remember which body parts you have washed?  You reach up and feel your hair to see if you have shampoo in your hair, none there, so you assume you are farther along. For the life of me I couldn't figure it out so I just started all over again!  I hope I got everything washed, but who knows?  I hope I didn't stay in the shower an extremely long time, but who knows?  I hope this hasn't happened before, but who knows? 

Maybe that's why so many of us older folk talk to ourselves. It's not always because we want to converse with someone intelligent and funny. It's because we hope we are listening to ourselves so when we ask ourselves "now, what was I doing? now, where was I going? now, who is this?, now, what did I come in here to get?" that we will know the answer and answer ourselves.