Easter Sunday and my mother...

It wasn't very exciting. No drama or anything.  We just had a lovely day with my adult son and his wife, and my mother - who is 89. God... Kill me now.

There is a lot to be said about euthanasia. 89 is too long to live. I sure as hell want to go while I've still got all my wits about me (as much as I ever have...) But it is tiring; and I don't want my kids when I visit to be "ahh she's gone..." It is sad, and I feel guilty; but I get tired of answering the same questions over and over.

She may say "how is my daughter?". So, I give her a long version and tell her what has been going on with her and her kids. The trouble is she may ask me another 10 times throughout the day. Sometimes minutes after I've just told her.

So, I begin with the lengthy version. Explain everything; and end up with "they're fine!" No point in feeling guilty. It's the real world where life is not infinite. Where eventually you are going to wind down.

Sad really. What are we here for then?