Who ever coined the term "intelligent design" was obviously a young male since no woman or aging person would have ever put those words together to describe their bodies. Aging sucks. And dying is even worse, but this brilliant young man decided that we have an "intelligent design" because he has never had a period, given birth, gotten arthritis or cancer, and obviously does not remember any of his previous deaths. Nor, might I add had this young man experienced his own parents aging and failing health.
More than 25 years ago, my Mom had all of us kids come to the house and put our names on anything we wanted when she died. She was sure that while they were posted in Nepal by the UN they were both going to die, and she didn't want us fighting over the 'stuff'. We were all horrified, but acquiesced to her wishes - like we do. Needless to say they didn't die, but in the ensuing years we all ended up with the aforementioned items from her house as they moved to Tucson and eventually into an apartment complex for seniors.
Where am I going with this? you might ask. My Mom had breast cancer some twenty years ago, she had both of her arthritic knees replaced along with five vertebrae in her spine, she survived colon cancer, but has recently been placed under hospice care due to untreatable liver cancer. She raised four children and spent many years working to help women have better lives and people in general be able to feed themselves. She has had a good long run, and at 83 she is ready to move on. Okay that sucks, right? But here is the rub... I have been given the task of writing her obituary so it is ready when she moves on. Geez! Intelligent design my ass.
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