Nobody Passed like Aunt Sis Did
Sun, 31 Jan 2016
“The best thing about getting old – one doesn’t lose sleep
over niceties; ladders in one’s stockings – clapping
at the wrong spot at a concert; standing at a bus-stop...
frock, inadvertently tucked inside one’s drawers.”
No, no, no, my child; you can take it from me – life’s
too short, by a long chalk!” so lectured inimitable, Aunt Sis...
between bites of sarnies served by a ‘to-die-for’ male nurse,
her words, not mine. “Nice to be pampered for a change...
except...egg and cress plays havoc with one’s dentures...”
scrubbing them with gusto – full-set in hand...sitting up
in bed in her very latest crocheted creation; a purple, green
and red striped beret – letting rip the most amazing fart,
second only to ‘The Guns of Navarone’ in ferocity.
That hat of hers – what it lacked in artistry, it made up for
in quirkiness; it was her to a ‘T’...dunking her Hobnobs
slurping her hot-chocolate from the saucer...
How well I recall being in two minds at the time, torn
between the urge to take her in my arms – squeeze her
to bits...or pass her a man-size box of Kleenex...all this,
only a day before the legend that she was, passed,