when I was in hospital having my mastectomy 2 weeks ago, a 79 year old lady in the bed next to me (also having a mastectomy) told me a story that made me laugh. Apparently, she has become good friends with a family across the road and has ‘adopted’ the kids as pseudo grandchildren. Anyway, when she was recovering from pneumonia in the summer, the youngest child, who is 6, came to visit and asked her if she was feeling better. The old lady replied ‘yes. Acutally i feel much better today.’ The child then groaned. The old lady said ‘What was that groan all about?’ The six year old replied ‘well I am a bit cross you are getting better. I was going to have a whole day off school to come to your funeral!’
Doreen (the old lady) said she was in hysterics for ages. It cheered me up too!
I am glad the lady had a sense of humour, mind you I think we can all laugh at the things kids say in all innocence.
It reminded me of a time when I was about 7 years old and my mother was just about to celebrate her birthday. I went to school with such sad thoughts in my mind and ended bursting out crying in class. The concerned teacher came over and asked what was upsetting me. All I could blubber out was ‘my mum, my mum, I think she is going to die soon’.
The concerned teacher took me to the sacred staff room to get to the bottom of the problem asking how I knew that she was going to die.
‘Well’ I answered ‘She is 29 next week and that means she is getting old and she might die and my dad can’t look after us because he works away and I can’t look after my brothers and sisters because they are just babies’. - What the heck was going through my mind that day? I know the teachers and my mum had a laugh that day when she came to pick me up.