Theres nothing stranger than folk

Working in a traditional yorkshire pub, real ale of course! as you can imagine exposes you to all the local varieties that the yorksire spectrum has to offer. From the friendly drunkard and his pint of absynthe to the ladies of the night and their peach scnapps. On this occasion it was the Sunday crowd that pricked my ears, a lady that insists i must call her 'Auntie Brenda'  was discussing with the landord his mother who was in a home.

Landlord: 'But she just wont die!'  

Auntie Brenda: 'She must have a strong heart'

Landlord: 'She has nothing to live for, ive told her that i dont mind her 'going' and that if she wants to see dad she should just get on with it'

Auntie Brenda: 'She must have a strong heart, and she wont die?'

Landlord: 'No, its not like she has anything left to live for, im going over there now to clip her fingernails'

This conversation went on for some time mostly with the discussion of nail clipping, on questioning his views on his mother dieing i was given the simple reply 'Young people DO NOT understand these things' This may or may not be true but i would quite like to try and understand but no one wil stop and even attempt to explain to me. Like a child heading towards a white wall with a black felt tip i am determined to fathom this one, litle do they know i already have.

Despite his peculiar wording there was love pottering about in the background behind the weary, tired look of empathy he felt for her. Somewhere along the line he had made the concious decision that her quality and contentment of life outweighed the relief that death would bring. Later after mulling the event over it dawned on me that the bonds people have (parent or not) ultimately can come down to a soft needle point, when you understand its time to let them go you can.