old car

Last week at the emergency room, I asked Obi-Wan how he was feeling.

“B, I feel like some old car. I jus’ ain’t working right no more”.

The times are a-changing with my friend Obi-Wan. I’ve watched his body slowly give way and shut down for the past four years. All of it was a normal part of aging, I guess.

But these last two weeks I sense a different era of his aging. Maybe like the final steps towards the end.

I mean, he could live another five years for all I know. But he’s very different. His body is giving away rapidly.

Obi-Wan cannot walk anymore. Not even with aid of a walker or cane. He’s isolated in his main chair in the living room. He cat-naps every five minutes or so. He was in the ER twice in one week. And he feels weaker than a kitten.

It’s a constant zoo at his house. A niece of his from Waco has arranged for some home-help workers to be with him 24/7. But sometimes they don’t work out.

Back in October or November, Obi-Wan felt an urgency to take care of some loose ends in his life.

I don’t know why I included that. Just saying...