I'm not going to play football, basketball or baseball again. Most likely never going to climb a tree or a ladder. May not even have the strength and endurance to gig again. Not selling the drums though.
I certainly don't have the balance to shoot photography again. Balance just isn't there.
I keep active by working, driving the tires. Money's good and driving is less. If I can squeeze out 2 or 3 more years, I should clear out the bills and maybe the cars.
I no longer seem willing to move. I certainly won't be able to buy a home. So, rent it is. Heather's already made plans to move in with Randy if anything happens to me.
This kids are on their own, without me. My sisters wouldn't make an effort to check on me after the stroke. So those doors are closed.
The final chapter is scripted out. Now all that's required is a plot twist In the final pages. Time is the final element. That is never a given. But if I've got 10 years, I could gig again.
