No recuerdo!!!
3 more days!? Where does time go when it passes. Is it like a death. We do more in our young lives, so that when we get old, there is more to remember. One day, I will have stories of my life. I will tell the shiny skinned granned children the stories behind each wrinkle. My head will hold so much that it will eventually overflow. The family will be concerned, but I will be happy. They will ask "is he crazy?". All will answer "sadly, yes..." And I will hollar up storms of forgotten obsenities. The sun will shine on every parade that I make, even if I am the only one in it. I will introduce my family to my friends, who will hopefully be maddened samely as I. We will have so many stories! We will have so much cake and icecream in celebration of our crippled tripple digit lives. I will be with love, alive or diseaced. The world will have turned upside down and spilled out of the ocean floors. In the end, there will be smiles. In the end, we will be happy, whether so weathered. whether so lost minded. whether toothless or boneless. WE will smile all of the smiles there are to be smiled.