Thoughts on Aging

“My mind is slipping, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast.”

At age 88, dad says his mind is slipping.

 

It makes me wonder….

If he hadn’t given up on reading, would it have kept his mind a little sharper?

 

I have no way of judging what old age can do to a mind.

When I get there, only then will I truly understand the frustrations of aging.

 

Will I still be able to form scrabble words when I get to old age?

My aunt at 92 plays solitaire online.

 

I think about my hobbies, my talents and accomplishments.

Maybe I won’t be able to paint but I can still blog for as long as I can type.

 

Hopefully I’ll still have a friend or two to play online scrabble with.

I could also practice sign language if my mind remembers how to sign.

 

I love knitting but I think at old age it might be a challenge if my joints hurt.

I could remain active in the kitchen and not give up doing the laundry. 

 

Dad’s generation was different.  Hopefully, I will navigate aging well.

Maybe if he picked up a hobby, sitting around wouldn’t be so boring?

 

Aging doesn’t have to be so difficult but who am I to judge?

Growing old is different for every individual.

 

I was sick and bedridden for a week and that got me thinking…

Is this how it’s going to be when I age?

 

I look at dad and I realize that after his dialysis and a few hours in his clinic he has nothing else to do.

 

He comes home and sits on his chair until its time to eat or sleep.

It’s tough when there’s nothing to do, I imagine.

 

But no amount of suggestions at this stage really helps.

A hobby or a pastime was never really engrained in his routine.

 

Much as I would like to help, I’ve run out of options too.

All this is a reminder to myself.

 

Never give up on learning, growing, integrating.

For as long as my hands work, I will create.

 

For as long as my mind ticks, I will think and write.

For as long as my entire body can handle it, I will not give up my chores.

 

I was told, “you never know when your last day will come.”

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