If anyone claims they wanna die before they get old, that's because they haven't met my grandma. Were it not for her, I would still be erring like that, too.. Not that she's particularly nice. In fact, she's quite far removed from the overidealistic image featuring little old ladies committing senseless acts of kindness and showering children with sweets. Instead, she puts her own needs first, she's greedish and rather cold. She's self-sufficient to the border of obsession and won't let you help her on any account. Silly me, she won't even ask for it in the first place, so there's no point offering any assistance. Honestly, the lady never ceases to astonish: constantly on the move and so determined to do things that I feel moribund and senile in her presence. Her memory is more reliable than mine and she's one of those who actually remind me of things, which is even more mortifying. Oh, you're gonna love this one: visits at the dentist's are.. pleasurable to her. Briefly put, she seems indestructible and immortal, I like to imagine. Don't know what it is that propels her, but if that's what the latter years may look like, maybe it's time to start biting nails in anticipation rather than recoil from the thought. I've never seen my grandma crying or complaining, and neither will anyone see me, when the time comes.
For the time being, however, I'll be grouching and dramatizing to my heart's content, if you take my meaning.
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