The funniest thing happened the other day; I was convinced to get a funeral policy for my mum. The insurance lady was very good. In exchange for a token amount each month, I’d get a case-load of cash in the very unlikely (though inevitable) case that mum passed. She steered me clear from the emotional dread that makes us shut the thought of death out completely. As if by doing that it’d never ever knock on our doors. She asked if I’d like to get a case load of cash to ease the pressure such an inevitable tragedy will bring. I said sure! And for the heck of it, I got one for myself.
So I’m hanging out with mum some days later and I tell her with the same pride and smirks that I’ll have employed if I was giving her a new phone. Then before she could say a word, I added “I even got one for myself po.”
She smiles and says to me in Ga Read More A Beautiful Kind Of Stupid.