Tuesday, February 28, 2012
I see aging in myself. The worry over an errant headache being Something Else. Being rounder in some places and sagging in others. Eye sight not being what it used to be. Changing my style of yoga in order to meet this changing body's needs. Keeping a wary eye on the healthcare issues. I never used to give any of these things one iota. It's hard enough adjusting to my own aging. Watching a loved one age is harder.
Dirk and I have been together 30+ years. We've done a lot together. Traveling, rock concerts, creating a family and a home. Will we be able to take care of each other when we get to Geezerville? I hope so. For as long as we can. Because, even in aging, if nothing else, we will have each other and our children and then some.
I've also witnessed and am witnessing now, how difficult it is for family to come together to deal with their aging parents. Aging isn't pretty. It's messy and inconvenient. It can't be nailed down and pigeon holed. It doesn't fit into anyone's time schedule. It isn't clearly defined ~ some folks age better than others and with no real discernible reasons (despite Dannon's 1970's ad campaign). Aging can't be fixed.
And what's worse, few people have any real answers as to how to deal with the inevitability of aging. I guess it's something one has to sort of relax (as much as humanly possible) into and just live Life. I know I don't always feel old so there's got to be something to practicing a little bit of that each day.