

As some of you know I've been caregiving for an elderly close relative for the past 2'n 1/2 years. Her name was Tempy. She passed away a few days ago. She waited till I came home from that insane radio station that insists on employing me.
Loved one's do that. Wait, they wait for you. They wait for those they care about before they leave.
Tempy is gone. The last adult from my childhood is gone. I loved her so. She had such a rich, and interesting life. When very young she,like many in my family, was in show business. She was once a chorus girl at the Apollo Theatre. She was also a singer, and an actress.
I come from a large extended family, and Tempy was one of the many bright stars in that universe. We are born, we live, we die. We come to this strange place. Act on it's stage before a wonderous, and frightful audience making our lines up as we go.
Then the curtain comes down, and...
So, an empty bed, and quiet rooms. Well not quiet. There's the clock. The parlor clock patiently counting it's way through eternity. It was like this when grandma passed, then dad, ma, aunts, friends, cousins. That calm ticking downstairs.
You ever notice. All that's left, all that still moves are the hands of those old family clocks. Softly ticking just as it did when I asked my mommy for 10 cents. "Just 10 cents for a comic book ma!"
Okay this is bullshit, but it's all I have right now. I really don't understand death. I don't get it at all. That, and suffering. She suffered more than she deserved. We all do,..or will.
Alright that's enough.