We will all get there eventually, just a question when and how.
You think I am being miserable? I did not choose this prompt word, so you have to make the most of it.
Today something is missing in my life. It is a national religious holiday in Switzerland for Ascension Day. The stores as closed and we are surrounded by peace and quiet. Our accomanying building noise is missing, and will be until next Monday, everyone deserves a holiday now and again. I can hear birds singing and a slight breeze is blowing. What shall I do? I should make the most of the time I have left. I remember my dad with his well known words of wisdom. He was in an english care home and I was in Switzerland. When I made my annual visit to London, talk would arrive on the thme “when my time comes” as dad would say.
They are subjects that we all have to organise at some time in our lives, although it is strange talking to a man in his nineties about it. I tried to avoid the subject, but there were certain things I had to know for “when the time comes” and believe me that is a difficult subject to talk about because no-one really wants to admit that the time will come one day. Eventually it happens to all of us. It is a process that is automatic. And I realised that there is no point in even thinking about it in advance so make the most of the time you have. I am now a golden oldie, at the seventies mark, and my only problem is my various passwords on the computer.
They are all on a memory stick, and printed out in a special file with personal stuff. I will survive in an online sense of the word I suppose. I still visit sites in Facebook belonging to colleagues that are no longer amongst us. It is becoming a cemetery of the Facebook colleagues.
At the end of the day, all that is left is an engraved stone with a name and date as a reminder. If you see the photo above, taken at the local cemetery, everything is so monotonous, but it must all fit. I am still planning on a pyramid and having my www address engraved on the stone, but this is all subject to permission. None of us are going to survive, let’s face it, so make the most of it.