I debated a long time with this post. First, just whether to even write it or not. But, in the almost 8 years I’ve been writing Peanut Butter and Whine, it’s been an ever-changing blog. I’ve always written what was on my mind (ha, or what’s left of it anyway!) and what’s happening in my life. So, today you get the Cliff Notes version. I explain more, add my thoughts and my new understanding of well……. basically how bad it sucks to get old. On Friday, December 22 at 6:00 pm I went to my Mom’s granny flat at the back of our house to check on her as is my usual routine. I found her on the floor with a vacant stare and her arm horribly mangled behind her head.  So still and lifeless I truly believed she was gone. Life CHANGES! In A SPLIT second. I went from wrapping Christmas gifts to directing paramedics in a span of 5 minutes. Here starts my first episode of guilt. I have no way of knowing how long she had been laying there. Guilt. From several hours in the ER to being moved into Intensive Care Unit at Tri City Hospital…