Death When I Am Old I Shall Wear Purple

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Computers and the internet are amazing things. One of my concerns with putting together this site was that it could remain current, yet with all my travelling I've often much to say, but little time to say it. Years ago when reading the news it would take me days on end to reply to the kind letters people sent. Now, with the magic of the modern age, I can keep you up to date with what I'm doing and other events in my life.

DEATH - When I am old I shall wear purple ...............

Date: 29th January 2016

In the last 14 months I have lost so many family members and friends as well as my beloved Cat, that I am more than ever determined to make the most of every single day left to me.  I am extremely fortunate in enjoying very good health.  That is one thing money cannot buy.

I've always tried to make the most of life and what I have - though I've had many down periods also. But I do have a childlike enjoyment in experiences and maybe that childishness keeps me young.

More than ever I am now going to grab with both hands every single day - Carpe Diem.  

When I was 60 two friends gave me a little poetry book called 'When I am Old, I shall wear Purple .....'  and I read it again today and loved it so I will share it with you. However,  I shan't be partaking of the sausages!!

The Poem is by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph 

The one thing in life which is inevitable is death and it is no respecter of Birth, Wealth or anything else. But there is a sort of macabre humour in the process.  Someone recently said he'd been to so many funerals he was thinking of booking a seat at the crematorium. And another friend has been to so many that he recently turned up at the wrong one. But as he said 'I knew everyone there so I stayed!!"

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