I'm okay!
She’s making the house nice. But no one really is in a hurry to get home. She is disappointed. She likes to be surrounded by people and hates being alone.
I am the
opposite. I love my privacy and solitude.
Maybe that’s
why she is more loved, called upon, and will be missed and remembered when gone. I will probably have a smattering of warm bodies. Lucky if they would even make the effort.
Hers would. I could see them going through mountains and hurricanes just to pay their respects. They
would walk if there are no flights.
My lot
would probably wait out the drama, if any, light a candle, pour wine and fondly think about the good and the bad times, wherever they are. Like what I do now.
I would probably
have the undertaker and the staff at the funeral home, whoever is not busy.
She would
have a party. I would want one but no one will organize it.
When I build a house, I will make sure that it is for myself as much as it is for those coming home. So much so that even if I am alone in it, I am happy to be alone
in it.
My daughter
asked me how I am yesterday. I was just thinking about it earlier. Even
recorded an "I am okay" piece on the phone.
I’m making
miso soup today.

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