I had to riff on this famous Lucille Ball episode. Those who have been following me for the last six months or so know of my Vitamin Quest. Sometimes you just gotta laugh at efforts to get and stay healthy.
Today I was thinking about something new my supervisor had suggested for me. She is a kind, compassionate, gentle young lady who looks out for my health. We also share many laughs together during our museum night shift.
I bought: ‘Vega Protein Smoothie, Choc-a-lot, Pouch, 9.2 oz’ by Vega.
Enjoy I Love Lucy Laugh fest.
Are we getting rid of family items as well. So the family is not involved. She had no immediate family and the few cousins disowned and abandoned her years ago. Did what was expected of her only to be shunned. Minus the body at least the apartment is neat and clean. Like she knew she was gonna die. Heart burst. Plus a cerebral hemorrhage. Literally died of a broken heart. Her soul died years ago just waiting for her body to follow.
After being married several years the husband suggested she should go on holiday to her birth country. About two months into her vacation her in-laws called saying maybe she should not return. Alarmed she took the next flight out homeward bound only to arrive at the house and find that her adoring husband had rented it out to a swingers club. She no longer had a home.
Never got to go to the Ashram, the Retreat, Spa or Warm Springs……….Forgotten. Fear. Frustration. Failure. Flaws.
asylum, cover, covert, harbor, haven, protection, refuge, sanctuary, shelter ~~ None.
For her no celebrations. No honors. No medals. No rewards. No accolades. Only a pine box. nameless. In Potters Field.
God. She must have been laying there at least two weeks. Found dead on Christmas day. Nobody ever bother to call or knock on the door. Smell alerted her neighbors. Decomposed blob. Nice Holiday gift for the Coroners office. Off to the city morgue with what’s left of this one.
Forty years ago families looked after each other. They cared about each other. Now you throw your family member into a hospital, hospice or nursing home and forget about them. Not your responsibility. After all you have your life to live. Why bother with the elderly, disabled or poor. Nobody wants the broken and damaged. Broken toys belong in the dumpster. They mean nothing. Crime clean will wash away the trauma.
Vanish into the mists of time.
Just remember that the cheapest coffins are hidden behind the ficus.
He left a book behind for his family. A how to book. You know Death hacks. Then he blew his brains out. Brain matter on the floor, walls and ceiling. Part of his face was found on the drapes. Kid found him. Beside him a child actor photograph of himself that a fan wanted autographed. Show ends. Reason for being ends. Purpose ends.
Six months later the wife hanged herself. Poor kid. In six months lost both parents. Only left a suicide manual. Suicide hacks.
Welcome to the Land of the Fucked.
That’s a wrap. Time to bounce. Yandy, I’m hungry. Whatta ya say we stop for a burger and fries move onto the next poor slob.