Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Oh Mirtha

My neighbor that has the 12 cats is a cooky old lady.

She must be an incredible woman. Her son drown years ago in his 20s and when she has met my mom has remarked how lucky she is to have grandchildren, because she will never know the joy.

Her husband also is suffering from end stage Parkinson's and has a round the clock nurse that lives with them. I have only seen him a few times. He sits in a wheelchair, all covered up and just stares out into nowhere. She has also mentioned that she never pictured their life ending up like this when she was my age. She just assumed they'd grow old together and then die in a quick car accident. Instead, he's been home bound for the last 15 years.

She's still really mentally sharp but is just a little spicy. She'll greet you with the biggest wave, a huge smile and a hug, you'll ask how her day was, and she's say..."good good, except that bastard with the fuckin' big dog came by and let it shit in my yard...bastard."

1 comment:

  1. Those are the best kind...the "spicey" kind! At least she still has a little sense of humor, right? Thanks for making me lol!

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