We are losing them

The Commander is off to another funeral.  As you get older you begin to realize people are going to disappear.  All deaths are sad.  The death of a young person is very sad.  Recently we lost a good friend of our children.  Kadizzle has lost a brother at 49, and about two years ago an older sister.  With nine kids in the family, and being near the bottom old Kadizzle may have to see the passing of a lot of siblings. On the other hand with prostate cancer, Kadizzle may get to the goal first.

This is the time of life when friends are trying to decide if they should retire.  Do it, do it, do it, unless you are having so much fun working you cannot bear it.  Too many friends have worked to long and died without a day of fun or vacation.  The clock is ticking and you cannot rewind it.  There is a big world out there, get out and take a look.

Hopefully Kadizzle can face death head on. Like most people the real fear is pain.  Being dead is a fact of life, somehow that seems like a contradiction.  Often The Commander and Kadizzle discuss what to do when Kadizzle gets called up to the lord.  Pretty much it has been decided to cook Kadizzle to ashes. What to do with the ashes is a problem. It has basically been decided to put them in a coffee can.  The big decision is plastic, or steel.  The Commander seems to think that if Kadizzle is still as worthless and ornery as he is now when he dies plastic would be most appropriate.  Right now Folgers seems to be getting the bid.

The Commander has come up with this new idea to put coffee in socks and hang the socks in the boat over the winter.  We just completed this task.  The Commander bought a brand new plastic can of Folgers. It was a big can, clue number one.  She kept the can, clue number two.

Kadizzle would like to have a few of his ashes saved.  Bob up the street can load some shotgun shells with a little Kadizzle ashe.  Pitch some in the lake.  Spread some on the old farm in West Virginia where my father is sprinkeled.  Pour some on my mother's grave.  Puts some in the garden that fed me.  Send some to all the people that did not like me with a note to flush them down their toilet.  Sprinkle some in the pocket park.  Last but not least fill some suppositories with my ashes and give them to all the Republicans,  and the crooked preachers.