Today's conversation in the car:
Too honest daughter: Mom, not to be mean, but you're getting old and sometimes I worry about what things will be like if you were gone.
Me: Don't think about that sweetie, I'm sure when the time comes, you'll be strong.
Too honest daughter: Yeah, I know. . . but I feel bad for my little sister. She's young, and . . . not to be mean but you're getting old. I would feel really bad if something happened to you. . . Where do you want to be buried?
Me: hmm. . . Probably in Gilroy, since most of my family that has passed is buried there.
Too honest daughter: Well, do you think you will be buried there?
Me: Not sure sweetie,. . . I'll be dead so I won't be in charge of my own burial. Now, jump out and check the mail before I die of old age right here in the car!♥
No comments:
Post a Comment