At least she couldn’t see the metal lockers in the rooms or the people tied into their wheelchairs, safe and vacant. Did she smell the antiseptic? Could she hear the TV blaring the English language sitcom that she never would have watched? Of course she couldn’t see the crowds of bored patients who were drawn toward the noisy distraction. Oh Mom, I tried to save you. This is what you feared the most. Now you are there and I must leave on Sunday.
Tag: Aging
My Mom and Jack 1996 – From Part I
Shuffling more slowly
each day, matching
the pace of my Mom and Jack
as they age, My fears
rise and fall as their voices
do, struggling to hear each other,
to see each other, even
to walk on
the broken sidewalk,
up cracked curbs,
through the sand
on the beach, past
the rocks … How rocky
old age can be.
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Excerpt from Becoming The Oldest Generation, Part II: Question
Excerpt from Becoming The Oldest Generation, Part II:
I guess, my real question is how do I keep my own center here and not get so bent out of shape! My impatience will not change the world. My frustration will not change the world. What will change the world? I wish I knew.
My Wish
My wish is that my writing about my mother’s aging and death help others as they pass through this human stage of life. It is hard to have a parent die. Maybe my experiences, chronicled here will be a helpful guide and comfort to others as they face this loss and also become the elder generation in the continuing cycle of life!
Inside the book:
How I dealt with death of a parent. Ways to cope with the death of a loved one.
Emotional and spiritual growth.
Resources: friends, spiritual help (specifically mine was shamanic), humor, witnesses,