Stick my phone into the wall-- hoping no one trips on the cord. No mobile phones in this dark age and computers haven't come of age. My TV has cable but the picture's curved. Static makes it look so old and my frozen dinner's gotten cold! I shut it off and think: at least I've got a huge stereo with a dual tape deck. Listening to New Wave is much better than televised dreck. Maybe someday they'll make it digital but it won't be quite the same. I'm as happy as a person can reasonably be in the year 1983.
You were the quickest born: in less than three hours, as if you couldn't wait to see what life was all about, and at home with just two midwives present, and I watching, waiting to see you born.
Then that time the quack decided rather late, that the lump on your neck was cancerous, and needed to be removed before too late.
We thought it might be a downward slide, but the lump was non malignant, and we breathed a breath of relief and not wounded by grief.
Looking back, you were the tempestuous one, the firey girl with go (whom we nicknamed McEnroe), who left home first to venture out, to walk the tightrope of life and taste its wares, and take its ups and downs and cares.