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Worth a fucking bump! Damn that fires me up.When i get old im gonna go start a knife fight with the biggest brown bear i can find.
Yall can save those bed pans and dribble for yourselves.
Im going out like a warrior
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Worth a fucking bump! Damn that fires me up.When i get old im gonna go start a knife fight with the biggest brown bear i can find.
Yall can save those bed pans and dribble for yourselves.
Im going out like a warrior
My Father’s Body, at Rest and in Motion
My Father’s Body, at Rest and in Motion
His systems were failing. The challenge was to understand what had sustained them for so long.
The call came at three in the morning. My mother, in New Delhi, was in tears. My father, she said, had fallen again, and he was speaking nonsense. She turned the handset toward him. He was muttering a slow, meaningless string of words in an unrecognizable high-pitched nasal tone. He kept repeating his nickname, Shibu, and the name of his childhood village, Dehergoti. He sounded as if he were reading his own last rites.
“Take him to the hospital,” I urged her, from New York. “I’ll catch the next flight home.”
“No, no, just wait,” my mother said. “He might get better on his own.” In her day, buying an international ticket on short notice was an unforgivable act of extravagance, reserved for transcontinental gangsters and film stars. No one that she knew had arrived “early” for a parent’s death. The frugality of her generation had congealed into frank superstition: if I caught a flight now, I might dare the disaster into being.
“Just sleep on it,” she said, her anxiety mounting. I put the phone down and e-mailed my travel agent, asking her to put me on the next available Air India flight.
My father, eighty-three, had been declining for several weeks. The late-night phone calls had tightened in frequency and enlarged in amplitude, like waves ahead of a gathering storm: accidents were becoming more common, and their consequences more severe. This was not his first fall that year. A few months earlier, my mother had found him lying on the balcony floor with his arm broken and folded underneath him.
She had taken a pair of scissors and cut his shirt off while he had howled in double agony—the pain of having to pull the remnants over his head compounded by the horror of seeing a perfectly intact piece of clothing sliced up before his eyes. It was, I knew, an ancient quarrel: his mother, who had ferried her five boys across a border to Calcutta during Partition and never had enough clothes to split among them, would have found a way to spare that shirt.
Then, too, my mother had tried to play it down. “Kicchui na,” she had said: Look, it’s nothing. It was a phrase that she, the family’s stabilizing counterweight, often clung to. “We’ll manage,” she’d said, and I took her word for it. This time, I wasn’t so sure.
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You're using your noodle, that's good to see around here.good article, without reading the comments yet (great thread) my quick thoughts.
- anyone with a goal to live as long as possible has no meaningful life. living 5 more years than the next guy but accomplishing less is a sad mindset. hence the reductions idiocy of people fearing covid, a harmless for 99.9% of people flu, and people allow loss of freedom and social life because they are scared
- I honestly don't want to live past say 55 (no kids). being old has to be misery
- our healthcare is too good and we live too long. people live long after they are useful, for what? what is the price>. overpopulation is a huge problem this is because we live longer and have too many damn kids. more people reduces everyone quality of life, just makes the rich richer
- a real pandemic may not positive as a way to cull the population. that is natural. what is not natural is humans the science we have created to allow so many to live so long and destroy the planet (I am actually not someone who cares about climate change but there is no doubt humans are harmful to the earth, animals, environment, etc.. look at all the farmland bulldozed to build section 8 housing and look at the crap we eat now days.
