Gypsy, Age 69
Well, here I am at 69! That dreaded number. I was a little girl who always wanted to be a cowgirl and live on a cattle ranch. I thought I would die young and wreckless. I was a hippie, a biker chick, a mother, a wife, another wife, and another wife. All of whom I love dearly in different ways. I have lost a beloved son which killed me, and emptied my soul and I wanted to die. Now I deal with a willful 40 year old daughter who seems to desperately needs me. I have four granddaughters all under the age of 10. I have always been an artist. Published and professional. I worked most of my life as a paralegal (a Martha Stewart type) and raised my children alone. I have had a massive heart attack. I lived which ended my career. I have a best friend of 45 years who has seen me at my worst and my best. I am torn between my daughter’s needs and my best friend who makes me laugh. I have accepted death and stared it in the face and said, “Not me!”. And sill, I live on with the desire for freedom.