‘Tis the season for all the sad memes that remind you you’re not the only orphan in the world.
I saw one written “by” someone who had passed. Don’t be sad, yada yada.
As the line in Ethel Cain’s “Strangers” goes, “I’ll see you when you get here.”
I got to thinking about my hard-working celestial army.
How they are always watching and arranging things and moving the odds ever in my favor.
How they had neither a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of, on this earth. But how happy I know they are for me and all the cool stuff I get to do now.
Then I got to thinking about who I’d haunt.
No offense to anyone, but I don’t see myself doing much more than a check-in with the earthlings I know.
Like, I don’t even know who I’d leave my money to.
My thought is to donate it to cover unpaid vet bills. Bail money for punching Nazis. Gender affirming care for trans kids. Abortions for everybody.
I don’t have THAT much to give, so I better pick one cause.
But just as I hope Momma et al finally get to see the world, I too hope I get to (re)visit all the places that fascinated me.
And I hope I get to do it with my celestial army of hoomins and kitties.