victims.
What if I were one of them and a person in a space suit were standing next to me
reading "The Coronation" aloud? Would I mumble gratitude that my suffering and
death have meaning in the grand scheme of things? Or would I want to put aside such
windows of opportunity for the chance to attend my granddaughter's wedding?
I hope that lots of people live for such hapiness, incidentally.
All these grandparents being yanked away from relationships that would formulate
values and wonderful memories and visions of what life is like on the other side of
things.
"It's not so bad being old," I want to tell my granddaughter if I survive into the age
when she may be questioning such things. Lots more I'd like to tell her. About
the sixties and how youth remade the world. "Don't let our heroes be shot again,"
obliterating so much of what we could have accomplished," I want to tell her if
I survive the epidemic and whatever treats might emanate out of Washington
before or after this coming November.
Our youngest generation is suffering tragedy, in short. Grandparents are good. I
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