Meet Me At Monument Hill

I never thought I’d get this old.  I never married, I never had any kids.  So, I’m still basically 12 yrs old.  I’m really 52, but I don’t know how I got there.  Being here, this age, now, I can tell you, I am one damaged woman. 

No, I was never physically abused, by a parent or anyone else for that matter.  I’m not an alcoholic.  I’m not addicted to drugs.  I don’t smoke.  I don’t drink.  And, in case you started to wonder, I don’t pray either.  Oh, I believe in God.  I just don’t talk to him.  Or any of his relatives.  I can’t.  I’ve tried.  I can’t make it sound sincere.

Already you’re saying “another run of the mill mid life crisis”.  Not!  Its the same one from my first day of kindergarden!

I warn you right now; I’m not a writer.  I will ramble.  I am not college educated.  I will misspell.  Did I just misspell misspell?  I don’t read alot.  I don’t do crossword puzzles.  I watch alittle tv.  I don’t do sports.  So, I guess I’m a thinker.  Not a doer!  I just think about doing.  Yep!  I’m a gem alright!  “A piece of work”!  I have been called that several times.  Is that an insult?

I don’t know if I will write my life story here, yet.  But I think I will start with some memories.  I have to tell you, we lose so much, with time.  We forget.  Then something jogs the brain and sometimes something lovely comes back.  Or not.

My Mom is 88 yrs old now.   We just found out she has terminal lung cancer.  The changes I’ve noticed, besides fatigue and weakness, is that her mind is quickly fading.  It had actually started last summer.  Forgetting a bit now and then.  But after the diagnosis, there has been a sharp nose dive.  So, it gets me to thinking that I better save some of my memories, bits and pieces, here and there, somehow. 

All for now……………….later then.

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