When I grow old, I want
to be like Aunt Olga from the Just Call Me Angel series. I want to appreciate each day, have a
positive outlook and a spunky demeanor.
I want to make people smile with my silliness or whimsical wit. Sure, Olga can be an eavesdropping,
mis-match-making, Taser toting nuisance at times; but she’s always there for
Angel. That’s the solid sort of woman I
want to become, especially for my children.
I might be
over-zealous, explosive and downright difficult to handle, but my loyalty and
devotion will never be in question. I
want my loved ones to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m “in”… that I’m
down with it, hip to it, up for it, in the mix, got a grip, rockin’, rollin’,
willing and ready to participate in whatever life brings.
Whether armed with
Tasers, lasers or phasers, I want my family to know I’ve got their back; that
there’s nothing in this world we can’t work through and walk through together.
I have no doubt that is exactly how you'll be, Susan. (And BTW, that last cartoon is the mantra of my middle-aged life!
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