A Better

I come from a generation of women taught to circle the truth with platitudes of adjectives. I maintain a wardrobe of words disguising my inner emotions fearful of offense to others.

We chose phrases that danced pirouettes to avoid any subtle injection that could inadvertently cause a wound.

I, like many others, have never utilized a vocabulary including the brutal honesty and untarnished truth that is so prevalent today,

I cannot distinguish which option is better since I have been privileged to view both.

Today was an eye opener, however, and I became acutely aware not only of my age, but my adversity to admit reality.

I was invited to share an app used for notification of my death. I could never deny the indignity that age inflicts on a daily basis, yet I admit I am unprepared to write my own obit.

And I don’t believe I will be reluctant to share why.

My end will come. I have written and thought about that since my last hospital visit. Yet I know not the where or when and I fear no evil.

Still I am determined to continue walking along the complicated path of life as long as humanly possible without leaving breadcrumbs or notifications of my demise.

And frankly, I am aware there are just a few who will notice when I have boarded the ferry. Oh, once there were many others, but they left earlier and have long been forgotten as so will I. And so it is for each and every human being who inhabits this earth.

So, thank you Apple for the new ability to alert others of my departure. I hope and pray I fly away on angels wings without a look behind wondering if anyone knows I have gone.

It will not matter because I firmly believe I am traveling to a better place.