Some time ago we were honoured to meet some ladies to whom age was just a number. They were in their seventies and eighties but their interests had not dimmed with age. It was a pleasure and an inspiration to look at the beautiful handicrafts they had created and are still creating. They are learning something new every day and are enjoying those moments of learning. Their continuing interests and attitude towards life has made them physically and mentally active at their age. At the same time it would not be wrong to say that they are very lucky too.
This brought to mind others who are not so lucky. Looking at her lying on the bed, somewhere in her own world, oblivious of what was happening around her brought tears to my eyes. I remembered her as she had been- an active, gentle, loving soul. I remembered her sweet smile and her love and joy as she welcomed us to her home. Now she does not know anything or anyone. Life has turned a full circle and she is like a new born baby. Why does this happen? There is no answer.
Then there are those who start moving into their own world as their hearing and seeing become weaker with age. They are not able to connect with others- he told me he was afraid he would never be able to take part in a conversation anymore. They love to read but failing vision makes it difficult to read as much as they want to. Some are able to take life as it comes and others are not so lucky. They withdraw into their own world. I think it depends on the inherent nature of the person. I remember my father’s elder brother, he passed away this May at the age of 91. He started listening to Classical music late in his life ,it became a passion and he used to spend long hours in the world of music. I dedicate this blog to him.
So much is in our hands but there is also that ‘something’ on which we have no control and is definitely not in our hands. We just have to hope for the Best.
“I don’t believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates”. ~T.S. Eliot