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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.

Watching the Water Flow By

She was surprised by the offer, a quick detour to the river on the way home from a doctor’s appointment.  She hadn’t been riverside in years, long before the macular degeneration had mostly taken her sight and her ability to travel on her own.

They slowly walked arm in arm to the boat ramp, where during the lively days of summer, the canoeists would launch and the fisherman would wade off into the waters.  But the seasons were changing and it was becoming cold.

Her limited vision and her big imagination allowed her to see across the waters and into its depths.  There were dark areas and an obvious shallow section and the image of a large rock submerged not twenty feet away.

“Bring me a handful of water, I want to feel it” as she swayed unsteadily on the ramp’s uneven surface.

“Oh my, it’s kind of cold.  But not too bad.  It feels nice”

Yes, it does.