SOMEDAY I AM GOING TO PORTLAND.

Here it is Friday again. I blink once and the week is gone. Time can be an enemy as we age. but I definitely do not want it to stop. Even if it goes fast as a speeding train at least if time is still moving for me, then I am still breathing.

When I am no longer breathing I am going to Portland. Now I have been in Oregon but not Portland. I wish I could say I am looking forward to going but to be honest I'm not that keen on the trip. I always say someday I will packing my Doctor Denton's and go to Portland. The truth of the matter is there won't be much packing needed for this trip. Just me, it's a trip I will make alone. Actually I kid about it quite often, why not. The end will eventually come to us all. Some sooner than others but come it will. I have high hopes of living to be a hundred but that is hope. There is of course no guarantee. Not for any of us. Its why it pays to keep our words soft and sweet, we never know when they may be our last.

We may joke about Portland around our house but the truth is it's actually a serious matter. My husband and I decided we would donate our entire body's to be used for medical purpose's after our deaths. Now you do see I said after. There will be no parting me out before I'm gone. Why not do this I think. It saves my children the worry of a funeral and I will be doing some good. Maybe help a child or a burn patient. I haven't completely went into the details about what all they use but I think its a whole lot. Someday I will be singing, "I am here, I'm there, I'm everywhere." Actually I kind of like that idea. Parts of me living on. and I've always loved to travel.

The only part that I worry about is the me that will live on. My soul you see. Will I be chasing all over looking up my lost parts. Will some of my bad habits come out in someone else. I sure hope not. Its just things I think about. I know they won't use my hair. That will be set aside. My brain, many are hollering "No, no." My eyes are gone. But they probably will be using my eyes for research. Now won't that be good. But my important part, my spirit, my soul, whatever you call it, will live on.

I have said before. I am sort of like Tigger, bouncy and trouncey. So is my son. If my spirit lingers after my last breath is gone. You better hope you are not one of those I come visit. I will, I think be a noisy spirit. Things that go bump in the night kind of spirit. I am a tease you know. So be ready for some lively evenings.

So when I go and if you are still around and you hear a plane a few hours later fly over. Just say, "There she goes, on her way to Portland. Run to your window real fast and take binoculars with you. Look up quick, towards the tail of the plane. I might just be going along for the ride, waving as I go. My Doctor Denton's under my arm. A whole new adventure laid out before me. Watch out Portland, Here I come.