Friday’s is a day we all look forward to if we work in anyway. We bust our asses all week long to get a paycheck on Thursday after work and then spend it on Friday through Sunday. The money mysteriously vanishes from out wallets and purses and into someone else’s in such a way that by Monday we are kicking ourselves in the ass for spending it. Funny how that works out!. It’s like the men and women who man the bars and clubs on Friday nights, they rush through work and getting their pay checks cashed to spending it so fast they end up, on their knees worshipping the porcelain throne in the bathroom of every bar. Lord I wish I didn’t drink lol. Then like I said by Monday, they are searching their their pockets and jackets and coats and everything else wondering where did all my money go?
For me Friday’s are not a day I really look forward to, because it means the breach of silence and quiet in my world. It starts on Friday night when people get out of work for the weekend and my home fills with people coming and going and bustling about. During the week all are at work and I get peace and quiet , so I prefer Monday through Friday more then Friday through Sunday, silly right but that’s just me.
As this Friday starts my mind wanders back in time and I think of those that passed before me, mostly due to my age these days. I will turn 55 years old in January 2011. As I stop and think of my age and my grey hair and beard and failing eyes, I wonder how much longer I can go on? I face my own mortality in this way because I know my family history and I know to buck it would be great but, can mankind overcome what is meant to be.?
My eldest relative as far as age goes is now on my mother’s side and she has lived now to 72 years old. My Grandfather on my moms side went to only 71 and her mother to only 64. Then on my father’s side they both died in their early 60s. So I am closing in I think, but who can predict when? My father died when he was 55 years old cancer took his life he smoked like a demon and went due to lung cancer. My mother died at 58 years old again a smoker right till her death, cancer riddled. My family history is riddled with cancer, heart failure, seizures and more, yet I keep on ticking thanks to modern medicine and it’s advances so far. I take pills daily to control blood pressure and stop strokes and heart attacks only experiencing a TIA about 5 years ago. SO I thank god I am blessed to still be here.
On this note I add one more thing to my rants and raves and stories and poems, before I go or die and leave this earth there is only one thing I wish for. I wish and hope that when I pass, I am remembered as a good man, person in some folks past. I hope people will look back and say I helped them, or made them laugh, or that they will miss me somewhat in someway, because I did well by them. I never claimed to be perfect, nor did I ever try to be, all I ever asked was the world to accept me, for being me.
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