96 years ago today, in 1915 my mother entered this world. Statistics show that she should have departed it before now. To be honest she would rather have gone before now than endure an undignified existence where she can’t control her waterworks, and where she relies on carers to wipe her bottom.
Regrettably (perhaps), left to our body’s own devices, we have little say when we quit this mortal coil.
Last night I had a call from my 76 year old brother to tell me that a cancerous growth in his bladder has been detected, and removed. Great stuff. Malcolm’s anxiety, and subsequent relief shows a will to live that is more commonly held than Mammy’s.
In a few weeks time we will commemorate Armistice Day, which marked an end to World War I, the most destructive war in human history. That war cost more than 17 million military and civilian casualties.
And yesterday Colonel Gaddafi was shown the door by a desperate liberation army in Libya.