Lisha Kill

A few weeks ago my aunt commented on how long I was going to live. Ensuring me there was no need to choose legal guardians for Shea. Not only shall I live beyond Shea's lifetime (I don't want to think about that!), but I have longevity in my family.

It's true. I have good genes. I'm not being conceited, I mean good genes in terms of longevity. My mother's parents were both over 80 years old when they passed away. The grandparent that I still have, my paternal grandmother is 88 years old and still kicking. When I say kicking, I mean kicking! She has energy, spunk, and isn't afraid to show it, unless she wants you to feel bad for her. She is in perfectly good health to everyone, even doctors, but herself. Looking at my grandmother, with her four sisters, they range in age from 81 to 92. Now, tell me that is not longevity!

I expressed that I don't see myself getting old. Not only because I don't feel a day over 18, but because I just don't see myself making it that long. I feel that I will die some really bizarre death. Painful? Maybe. Bizarre, absolutely!

I had never actually thought of where or how it would happen, just had that feeling. Recently, I realized exactly where it is going to happen. Still have no idea about the when. Since I was a child, I always thought it was weird that there was a street named Lisha Kill Road. My name is Alicia. People call me Lish and Lisha for short. This is probably not the best place for me to be.

So, each morning when I get to a busy intersection at the end of Lisha Kill Road, I get a little nervous. Each and every day, without question, when my light turns green, I have to wait an extra ten seconds for it is inevitable that a car or two will race through the newly acquired red light facing them. Each morning, no lie!

With this, I have concluded that I will no doubtably die my bizarre death at this intersection. Go ahead, mark my words. If Jeff is with me, (I hope he is not, he has such a life ahead of him) he will most certainly have Shea. However, if we happen to be together when the tragedy that is my life ends at this intersection, Shea will be passed on to my aunt and uncle. They really love him. So much, they may be rooting for the scene from the Lisha Kill Bizarro World!