Manic Monday

Wish it was Sunday...I love that song, Manic Monday. Prince wrote it and recorded the song under the name of "Christopher."

Today has been strange, but the Coroner accompanied my neighbor James' daughter into his apartment so she could go through his possessions and take what she wanted, I suppose. 

• I got on the elevator after getting my mail, and a fellow was coming in from outside in his wheelchair. He is a one-legged guy and I have never asked him how he lost his leg, but he told me today that he was recently told he has cancer and only a year to live. He always smells like Patchouli, and I always tell him I like it when he gets on my elevator, because he smells good. I asked him if he was going to take any treatment, and he said yes that he was going to go through chemotherapy, but they only gave him a year. 

In this Tower where I live, there are so many old people like me, I hear from a lot of folks that they've been given a diagnosis that is pretty dire. As a Stephen Minister, I do listen to people tell me their problems, especially if it's a health-related problem. Sometimes that's all they need, is someone present and someone listening. I know in my life, I have four grandchildren, and a son and I rarely hear from any of them...but I love every one of them just the same.

I know older people are not exactly the kind you want to take with you to Starbucks or the zoo, but we do have a purpose and can be interesting. 

My friend on the elevator, Patchouli guy, I feel bad for him because he has no one. He's been without his wheelchair for 2 months, he told me, and that makes it even sadder. Our elderlt lives are hanging on and some are in a fragile balance, and I just hope I make it another year here on the corner of Vine and Rose in Lexington. I can't wait to get to Northern Kentucky, but with this pandemic, I don't think I'll be able to move anytime soon. 

At any rate, life is precious, and we should treasure every day. 

Peace, 

Kimmy