The other side

Aunt Olive was in fine spirits yesterday when I stopped. We had coffee and banana cake. Very good. Elvis, the nursing home dog, arrives like clockwork five minutes after the snack wagon. By then, I had eaten all the banana cake. Olive dug up some graham crackers, and he was satisfied.

Olive was speculating as to the source of her nightly strokes. She is following in the footsteps of her older brother Roy, she claims. He had several strokes before he died. I pointed out that Olive has already outlived him by thirty years. 

"I have been so many places!" Olive said cheerfully after reciting some of her trips. "I should be ready to die any time!" 

Then she got contemplative. 

"Of course, you wonder what is on the other side," she said. "There's just no way of knowing."

"No use worrying about that," she said, and we moved on to other topics.