By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny
Life is what it is ... so is death by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.
Photo of chest with my brother, Rick-Rick's ashes. Photo owned by me, and I have his ashes. I also, have my mother's ashes in a rose chest.
I've been thinking a lot today ... no, lately ... no, thinking a lot all the time. I never stop thinking. Truthfully, I think we all think while we think we don't. Did I say the word 'think' enough?
I told Skip today that as I get older ... I am going to grow 'old' with a personality. He told me I already have personality. I smiled.
I mean ... I don't want to grow older ... all frumpy, gray-headed, have a big belly. I want to look nice ... colorful ... have wild-hair ... wear high heels, skirts ... be sassy. The ladies in this area cut their hair off short ... tease, spray it. No, can do. I would rather it look wild as hell, unkempt first. I've let myself go long enough.
I don't knock anyone for their look, style. I do get aggravated with mine. I never used to look the way I do ... as I grew older Life kicked my ass ... and this is the ... end result.
I've been giving this a lot of thought. I always looked pretty through time until the past years. Grief does something to a person. Now ... it's only at times I do ... I have to feel very good to 'primp.'
Five years has gone by ... almost 6 years in May this year ... I've coped with my grief.
I have it in perspective ... all is in the proper place in my mind. I'm alright now. I'm going to be alright. Sure, there will be times I'll grieve deeply. I see by this time ... it will happen. It'll happen out of the blue. I will hold my ground, face it ... cope with it. I'll write away my pain ... I won't talk about it, only write it.
Now ... today ... tomorrow ... I have my mind on my appearance. I think it's time to work on my physical appearance. I've done good with my mental health. I had begun doing just that ... only to 'let go' when Skip had his stroke/pacemaker in January.
I lost my focus on myself. I gained back 12 lbs. of the 30 some lbs. of weight I had lost. I didn't care ... Skip and the Pups were my priority. Life is like that ... our loved ones come first before anything. I was going through a lot mentally ... I almost lost Skip.
Skip and our Pups are my whole world. I honestly don't ... have anyone else in this big, old world. Most people have a family support system ... I don't have such. I am on my own ... no one in his or my family are close enough to be called ... close family. So basically ... we are all we got. That's okay ... we are used to that.
Skip and I attended a funeral recently. We did a lot of talking afterwards. We have decided to do what we have originally decided to do ... if one of us dies.
I don't want Skip to tell anyone that I've died ... just call the place where we want to have our bodies cremated ... do it quietly. No viewing, no people ... no service at all. I don't have any family close enough to call ... family.
Either Skip or I ... if one of us dies ... will quietly go pick up the ashes of the other to bring home. They will be placed beside the 2 urns with the ashes of Fairchild, our 12 year old Rottie who died with cancer ... and Chadwick, our 7 year old Coy dog who died during a seizure.
Skip feels the same way .... I won't call anyone, nor let anyone know if ... he dies. No one will know until later ... after all is said, done. I will honor his wishes ... he will honor mine.
We both went over the information we have in place to take care of arrangements so, the other will know what to do. That will make it better for the one left ... when grieving ... one can't think the best.
We talked about the material things we have ... we don't have a lot. They will be sold for the one left ... to live on. Nobody related to us will get anything ... there's no need to come around after one of us is gone.
Our wills state no one is to get anything ... only the one of us that is left gets all ... and it can be sold if we want to ... in order to help with the cost of living.
I'm sure everyone has in place what they want to do, have wishes for how things will be when they die. No one likes to talk about these things. Well ... we know with all we've been through ... we know things can happen ... it's time to face reality. Life is what it is ... so, is death.
Note by this Author:
Photo/post owned, written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee. These are our wishes ... when we die. Life is what it is ... so, is death.