You've Got This

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That brother of mine…

Is a grandpa again…three little grandgirls now…each talented…sweet…cuter than cute…

Her name is Elsie, explained that youngest daughter of mine…she sewing a name hoop for the big day…

Elsie!..said mama me…How fun is that?!..We had an Aunt Elsie…She was my grandpa’s sister…

But a few days later something hit…memories apparently moving in the brain at a snail’s pace…her name wasn’t Elsie…that aunt of mine…it was Effie…Grandpa’s sister’s name was Aunt Effie…

Felt dumb…embarrassed by the brain fart…messaged that daughter of mine and cleared things up…but then a text came from that sister-in-law of mine, baby Elsie’s grandma…

Do you have a picture of your Aunt Elsie?..she asked…to which smarty pants me had to correct…We had an Aunt Effie…not an Aunt Elsie…

And then came the blow…the gut punch…Your grandpa had a sister named Effie, she said, but your grandMA had a sister named Elsie…your Aunt Elsie…

And she did…of course she did…and this old gal remembered that now…the memories in the brain unjumbling a bit…

Aunt Elsie…haven’t thought of her in years…haven’t seen her in decades…little me spent lots of time with aunts…she wasn’t one of them…so maybe THAT’s why she was forgotten…

Or maybe old age is like a thief in the night…stealing little tidbits you thought you’d never lose…and how does the thief know what to take and what to leave behind?..

And so it is…in life…that thing called old age throwing another curve ball…the hips the knees the eyes the ears…the tidbits of missing memory…

So throw your pitch, Old Age…designated hitter me is still in the game…and will do whatever it takes to hit it out of park…or at least…make it on base…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…

​Photos by Gayle on Find A Grave. Used with permission.