Saturday, November 22, 2008

Last Respects to the Matriarch

This morning all plans have been up-ended. I must now hit the road and pay my last respects to the Matriarch. A venerable soul slipping away with the body that flourished it. I always knew this was coming, but I also knew I could never prepare for it.

Shotgun therapy with my brother will be necessary to pull my mind free from any logic traps that will no doubt try to ensnare me. I better pack the pistol.


Predo said...

And now it is over.

I am very glad I met you. You are all grown up, and I am interested is following your ravings here.

Be strong!

Anonymous said...

No pistol. Always bring a flyswatter.
Your suicide by flyswatter would make world news.