Letter To The Editor – Nov. 17, 2011

Dear Mr. Howell:
 
As we approach our “Golden Years” the postman brings us a daily message, which….if I read clearly, is this, “Get sick and die: but before you go be sure to make provisions for the medical community, pharmaceuticals, insurance companies, funeral parlors, and, of course, don’t forget to insure the grandchildren so they will think of you when you’re gone.”
  This month the Social Security Administration took just over half my monthly income to buy me medical coverages. Next month they only plan to take one-fourth of it. They also sent me a card to return to them for free information on how much my corpse would be worth to my family…if I qualify at all! The medical insurances need to know what medications you’ll need before their company can accommodate you. How can I know what medicines I’ll need when I’m not even sick?
  Then the funeral parlors are anxious to help me plan my funeral!
  I have two paper shredders and both of them are full and choked, but the postman is coming again tomorrow.
  It took a couple of years to get my name off the mailing list of insurance companies by using their postage free envelopes and a letter of request. Then my National Home Gardening Club, of which I am a life member, submitted my name to all of them all over again. Is it possible my garden club also wants me to move on?
  Well here is my response to all of them. “I have but begun to live!”
 
/s/Faye Bateman

P.S.: This letter’s too long, I know; but I’m full of it.