What Does That Woman Have To Live For?
That woman was my mother: the occasion, her 37th birthday.
I was 12, and my life stretched before me, just loaded with possibilities. I couldn’t imagine my mom doing anything more exciting or impactful than dishes or another load of laundry.
Decades have passed, as has my mom. My life no longer stretches before me. Indeed, I’ve started counting backward. Let’s see…I’m 76 years old and probably have another 12 “good years” left. By “good,” I’m thinking years where I hope to be free of chronic pain, be mobile, and can still remember a lot of stuff.
Cess Guzzetta is a retired attorney living in Rochester, New YorkContinue reading “January 2023”