Aging in Pieces

I asked my Mom to go for a ride with me in my Truck today as I was going out to drop something to my Toy Hauler at the storage yard. She agreed to join me,  happy to get out of the house.

Mom was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat and was wearing a short-sleeved shirt.  She looked over to the passenger side mirror and suddenly remarked “My arm looks like a dead thing lying on the floor! Look it at shriveled up.” I laughed and reasoned “Well I guess we all die slowly, piece by piece.” She looked at me with her deadpan expression and said “Or all at once lying on the floor.”

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