4got10one was never about friends or family
Paradiso
I have two of four assisted housing letters acknowledging I am on the "pre-list" list. There are a lot of people up here.
Modern medicine is a shot in the dark: few cures, but tons of symptom relief, artifificials bits and mechanical devices. Every night I pray for death, I want to be with my family wherever they are. I do not fear death. I just want to join Pigpen wearing the dust of all cultures and ages.
My dear friends gathered for Mom'd funeral and then most had to fly. Those who could stay came to Paulucci's, not knowing we were invited for luncheon at The Mount. Strange how to surreal and solid it all was. Dad's was big in both DeKalb and Atchison. Mary's was an 1/8 of that congregation. And Mother's congregation even smaller, with those who loved us.
How we loved Max's congregations, we didn't know to be cautious or suspicious and our hearts were as open as a a stable door. Many adored Mary; she was huggy and kissy and an harmless chatter box. I imagined I could be like her. But she was an original..