Rita gave me the perfect birthday present, something I really love but don't have to find a place in my house to store. I love you, Rita, thank you!
Even my son forgot how old I am. I told him two years ago it was his duty to keep up with my age now. That I had given up and given that chore to him. :)
We were talking about being 50 and I said, we'll see what you think about being 50, wish I would be here to see what YOU think. And he said "You will be here when I am 50." And said, probably not, that would make me almost 90, I don't know if I will be here then. Then we laughed about how my old truck filled with junk would look like by then, with just a shape of a body amid all the junk where I would fit in to drive. I forget sometimes how hard it is the think of your parents not being with you your entire life. And how scary it must be for him sometimes ... but I hope he understands I will not be around to see him turn 40 or 50. I explained to him some time ago when we were talking about death that I have had such a great life and he was the ulitmate gift, that I was not afraid of death. That at his age, of course, death is feared. But at my age, it is not feared, especially when one has had such a wonderful life and blessed with such a great son. Then we moved on to YouTube to watch some rapping freestyle battles.
Of course, I completely understand, I can't imagine my life without my mom.
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