AGE
What is the best age you ever were? At eight, nine and maybe 10 years old I thought it would be utopia being a teenager. I found out it wasn’t. As my teens slowly crept by I found myself registering for the draft at eighteen. Visions of sugar plums danced in my mind as I envisioned the big bold world that would suddenly open before me upon attaining the age of twenty-one. Slowly life trudged on sometimes being extremely exciting and other times so boring I thought I would die and no one would even notice. Such was life.
I have fond memories of my parents taking care of my grandmother in her later years. She lived with us, as was the usual for that time. In later years many people were admitted into care facilities and had very little, if any, contact with family. Families took care of families because they could, both parents were not always working. Mom was usually the one home and it was she that inherited this task.
Senility, dementia and alzheimers were words we seldom thought of when we were young but the older I get the more they cross my mind, at least what’s left of it. When you reach the age I find myself approaching you hear and think about these words more often. I have a sister, several years older than me, that resides in Texas. Laughingly, every time she forgets a name or an event she states she is approaching the end and probably has senility, dementia or alzheimers. I have proof this is not so..
This lady, at her advanced age and mental condition, will get in her car and go places others only dream about seeing. Now she may forget the name of a town she went through on the way or a particular event she participated in, but that’s okay. My goodness, being much younger and better looking, I sometimes forget unimportant things too. I hope she doesn’t dwell on her condition. There is one thing I really wish would happen. I would consider it a blessing if she would forget some of the things she tells about me, that I did in years gone by. I forget I wasn’t perfect in my younger days, but she doesn’t.
I’m really not being fair to her. If you are reading this, it is possibly or probably on my blog. In truth, if it was not for her and her keen mind and reasoning ability, this site would not exist. I need to thank her profusely for all the work. She spent many hours, and a few phone calls to me, and created this site. She probably spent ten times as many hours working on this than I did and I am truly appreciative of all her efforts.
Mary, just in case you don’t know it you are perfectly okay. Stay that way. I can give you the definition of senility, dementia and alsheimers if you want me to, but you don’t have any sign of any of them. Now do you want me to let the world know about some of your shortcomings that I have noticed. I can probably give you good advice on how to handle them and the price is right.
I do thank you for what you have done. You’re not getting old and you’re not losing it
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