Holiday Traditions

When I’m 64…

I had a depressing thought today, more-so than my normal ones.

My Dad’s had some medical issues this month and I’ve been acting as his full-time nurse (and I look terrible in the outfit).  Took a 2-hour break this afternoon to take my legally blind Aunt shopping at Wal-Mart (our weekly routine before 12/31), then stopped by my Mom’s to deliver some banana bread and help fix one thing.

Before heading to Wal-Mart, one of my cousins came by the house.  He’s a year younger than me, his 80-year-old Dad spends all day with his Mother, who’s pretty much confined at home.

Before Rick left on his way, we were chatting about our parents while out in the driveway.

With a big-ole smile on his face, Rick summed-up the situation by saying “Well, you know, we’re all getting older!”

And I replied without really thinking and not knowing where the words had come from.

“Yea, but I won’t have anyone to take care of me”

And I was like “Wow”.  It’s bothered me all afternoon.  I had never really thought about it before, the words had just slipped naturally out of my mouth.  I don’t have a loving spouse or middle-aged children.  Maybe it’s time for that mail-order bride.

Anyway, the moral of the story.  Those annoying children of yours?  Treat ’em and teach ’em right.  That loving spouse? Love them back even better.  And does anyone out there speak Russian?  I’ve got an order to place.

One thought on “When I’m 64…”

  1. And I really thank you for the delicious banana bread and your expertise with fixing things,

    Now about the time when you are reaching my age: I believe that if you lead a good Christian life during your days here on earth, God will take care of you in your old age. It might not be what you think it ought yo be but it will be was is best for you in God’s mind.

    Your family really is appreciating all the things you are doing for us at this stage.

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