Okay, I'm not in any more danger of sudden death than I was yesterday, but I spent several hours in the ER last night because the clot in my left leg is back in places...
Which got me into morbid thinking... Like who gets my flag when I go? Who gets my dad's flag when he goes. I've lost contact with the only one of my children who was occasionally speaking to me... So? Niece? Nephew? IDK I asked my oldest sister if one of her kids would be interested in my dad's flag, she didn't know.
They ought to be heirlooms, and I get the feeling they'll just collect dust until someone buys them at a rummage sale... Not even family.
Here's a bit of a poem, a rant or a random thought....
(S)He was driving too fast,
When (s)he tried to pass,
On a two lane road,
(S)He learned,
Automobiles are not time machines,
Though they can be a quick ticket to eternity!