Growing up, I always thought would die of old age or maybe heart disease in the late years of my life.
Because of that, I always loved to imagine what my old age would be like. My husband chasing our grand children around with our two dogs following them around the backyard. Every Saturday morning I would be cooking their favorite pie on our old vintage stoves. Probably burning it little in the process because my cooking skills would still be fatal like had always been. Our seven kids coming over in the afternoon to spend time with us and bring some new bottles of wine for the old folks.
That’s how I thought I would live to see my life. So that while those five seconds that flash your life before your eyes like people say came, I would smile the whole way through.
But I guess fate h
