Dear diary,
The other day, I told Dad that whatever happened to HRC on 9/11/2018 may have happened to Mom on 2/10/2018.
I further inserted my weird thoughts that maybe God was cleaning off the clones, androids, whatever from this hellish planet.
He asked me: Do you believe that? I said yeah because some humanz shouldn’t be all that irritable, mean, and nasty and the suddenly play professional, sweet and nice in front of professionals.
Mom got so sick that she lost urinary control for the first time in her time. She almost lost muscle control as both Dad and me had to hold her up from falling down in the Parish parking lot during a Pastor’s Ball fund raising dinner.
Since she crashed and burned this February, she was so helpless that she needed help doing normal routines and progressively more help doing normal bodily functions.
Whatever is going on – the humanz define this as ‘part of life’. Interesting stuff. We live, have a lifestyle, and then one day the patient can decide if it WANTS to exit this life.
Sincerely,
FLYNN B waiting for Dad and the clothes dryer to finish bathroom sessions and drying, respectively. We’re still at home and ready to go.
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