Oh, Delete

Today, in an attempt to be rigorously honest, I need to just say where I am and not mince words.  I feel like I was tossed a big, black, heavy anvil, and I caught it.  Earlier, Mom qualified for Hospice and I went over to sign all of the paperwork.  For those not in the know, Hospice is for terminally ill people.  It provides all kinds of services and care for those nearing the end of life.  Did I know this was coming?  Sure.  Am I grateful for the extra assistance and care?  You bet.  And I sad down to my bone marrow?  Ab-so-lute-ly.  Man, nobody gets out of this deal alive, do they??

 I met with the Hospice nurse and gave her all the information she needed.  Then I signed off on all the paperwork.  After that,  I went back by to see mom.  There she was sound asleep on her bed, snoring occasionally, with her TV blaring in the background.  I had to laugh...who in the world could sleep through that other than my mother?? 

I sent out an email to update family members about mom, and one particular person, who I'd just as soon strangle, had to add his two cents worth.  He always does. I won't mention any names, but let's just say he preceeds me in birth order.  Honestly, one of the smartest thing I've learned in my 58 years on the planet is to just hit delete.  It's fun, easy, requires very little effort, and it gives me a huge sense of satisfaction. Oh, delete, delete, delete.