I remember my grandmother pulling me off to the side one day, when I was a little five year old kid, and telling me that she always took a teaspoon or tablespoon (I forget which) of cod liver oil every day, and she wished so much that her children would do the same. But they just wouldn’t… they hated the taste of it. This was about 1964.
She had six children, and lived to an older age than ANY of them did. From three to ten years longer than any of them, depending on which one you pick. She lived to be 84. They died at ages between 74 and 81.
I don’t know if this means anything. I don’t know why she told me such a strange thing at such a young age. I don’t know why I even remember it, but I do. For some reason she must have felt that it had importance, that’s all I can think of.
It’s not the most “romantic” idea to have “planted” in your brain, is it? But as I got older I remember it. She was old, and on the weekends we would go visit her farm and help out. She and I were standing on the front porch of her house, while dad was mowing her lawn out front. She started telling me this fish oil thing while he mowed the lawn.
I can say this: I take my fish oil. :) Been doing it for two years now, ever since dad died of cancer. Oh, grandma died of natural causes, did I mention that?
Fuck the taste. Hold your nose if you have to. Be a man. Deal with it.
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of fish oil…
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