I was riding a motorcycle from the direction of Patriot to the Gallia County Farm. I told someone riding on the back of the motorcycle that we were having some problems on the Farm.
I knew it would be early morning when we arrived and we didn't want to go to the Farmhouse because we were having some problems with my step-grandfather Clarence andmy grandmother Mabel. It was almost as if we were at war.
When we arrived, I parked my motorcycle by the milk house at the bottom of the hill and went straight up to the Farmhouse. I hollered out because I didn't want to go inside. Mabel came out onto the back porch. I spoke with her and put my arm around her. She was extremely thin and I said, "You've become much thinner, haven't you."
She shook her head up and down and I said, "You look good. But are you OK?"
She indicated she wasn't. We stepped inside and she said she had been to a doctor who had told her it was spreading across her chest. I thought she was talking about cancer. She said, "Let's be prepared for the worst."
I asked, "Have they given you a date? Have they given you a time?"
I was referring to how long she was expected to live. She shook her head up and down. We sat down and tears began welling up inside my eyes. She bent her head down. Large tears began rolling down my cheeks and dropping off.
She looked at me and tried to comfort me. She asked me if I had found out where I could take French lessons. She was thinking about what I needed to do and she thought I needed to take French lessons.
My head was above hers and my tears were falling on her. I told her to look into my eyes and tell me. She looked up and said it would be two to four months, maybe only two to three months.
The tears poured out of my eyes.
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