Tuesday Night

Well, it's Tuesday night. The week has been about the same as any other so far. The only thing that is different is that my wife's grandmother passed away last night or really this morning. She was 98. Because of people like her I hope I never live to be old. She had dementia, loss of all bladder control, didn't from one minute to the next know where she was at, and sometimes recognized her family, but just as often not. If that is what growing old gets you, forget it. I'd rather die young. At least you can die with some dignity. That's a helluva lot more to be said than dieing in an "old folks" home alone and not even knowing where the hell you are.