Phoenix, ol’ Phoenix Jackson, so courageous at such a ripe old age. As her life comes to a close, she makes this journey; no other journey except the journey of life itself, shall be as hard as this. This weary old lady with nothing but the close on her back and her umbrella cane, begins her journey near christmas; a time for family, peace and love. She makes this journey of seemingly a thousand miles that began in one unbalanced step, one untied old shoes in front of the other, waddling through this worn path. Phoenix, you fiery ol’ bird, the fervent passion burning in her blue-ish grey-ish eyes. That flame spreads to the people around her; the hunter, the nurses, even the dog. They may antagonize her, and pose a threat from to time but,
