When I get old
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Working at the nursing home makes me think sometimes......
What happens if I am the last to go. I would have to say that being the last one to go is my worst fear... even worse than Clowns... and they frighten me like it was no ones buisness.
I have a woman who is 100 yrs old, she has no children and has no family accept for a great nephew who lives in Philly. She is all alone. Or even worse.. my other 100 yr old lady who had 4 children and they are ALL gone... she has to rely on her grand daughter to take care of her and her grand daughter is 63.... that must be so horrible. I dont know... I know that I am not affraid to go. I mean, when it is my time, it is my time, but I am deathly affraid to be the very last one to go. I am sure that I would feel differently if I had children but seeing as how I dont, I dont feel weird about it.
Well, I dont know, I am just feeling a little weird today I guess.