Spending this week (please bring drugs and/or liquor) with my mother has been like getting a glimpse of the future.
And the future isn't pretty, peeps.
It's not just that your body begins to betray you and you are not young and cute and energetic anymore, as if that's not bad enough.
It's that you become an OLD PERSON.
It was funny...when I told people I was coming back here to care for my mom for a week, they invariably asked her age. And then it was, "Well, that's not old."
I am here to tell you...seventy-seven is old. Your body breaks down, your memory has glitches, and you develop old person habits like accumulating tons of junk "just in case" and that unmistakable "old person smell."
Yesterday, I mentioned that getting old was not for the faint-of-heart. But neither is staring at the person you will most likely become.
I will begin stockpiling liquor as soon as I get home.