My mother used to say that she’d have to feel better to die. She never really felt very good. She was always taking naps, reading books, drinking Tabs, smoking cigarettes. She was thin before thin was in. She died piecemeal. If you ever wondered if there are things worse than death, I can assure you that there are. She had a laundry list of maladies. She had gangrene in her leg due to peripheral artery disease and had her leg amputated a couple years before she died. She resisted having the leg amputated for at least a year even though she was in extraordinary pain. Even still, my mother had a sense of humor, a twinkle in her eye. She had to do rehab to learn to function on one leg. Part of the therapy was coming to grips with her stump. Mom named hers “Heather” after Paul McCartney’s wife because, as the world discovered, Heather was a bitch.
Just Passing Through
Living Life to the Fullest While Waiting…..
Just Passing Through 
Okay, I totally hear you and love the way you put all of it…but this sentence: “She was always taking naps, reading books, drinking Tabs, smoking cigarettes.” This sentence kinda make me jealous of you mom. I'd like a week of that at least.
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This made me laugh!
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