Window to my Future

Today while driving to her doctor appointment, Clara said, 

"I really like to be organized and have a plan. I don't know why -- I've always been that way."

And like so many other times, I felt like I was looking into a window of future me

telling someone who only knows old me about young me.

She also said, "I used to love getting into mischief when I was younger.

My sister did anything I did. We weren't afraid of anything. I was a dare devil."

And,

"I was always the type of person who they put in charge of things.

They knew I would get things done."

She also loves to make lists.

(And cuts the top part off -- the part that has been torn

from the spiral notepad and is now in shreds. She likes it neat.)

That's part of why I like to be with her. I see me.

She also promised that when I'm 94 and she's in heaven, 

she'll send someone to help take care of me and be my friend.

I believe her.