I just found out that the attorney who had been the most help to me during a period of legal woes a few years ago died in a car accident. They think he had a diabetic seizure and lost control of his car. The accident actually happened some time ago, but I hadn’t needed his services for awhile and since I’d moved the letter that was sent didn’t reach me.
He was young and this shouldn’t have happened. although I know with diabetes it can and does. Still, you don’t expect someone who exuded a gentle strength and confidence to die so soon. I was crushed to hear about it.
I fear diabetes. I have a sweet tooth and I know that can spell disaster for so many reasons. I also fear it for my mom, who, at the age of 87, thinks nothing of having a lunch of Milky Way bars and raspberries (which turned out to be a bad combination). If I got diabetes, I would do my best to manage it. If my mom got it, she wouldn’t manage it at all. That’s where her mind is at now.
Which brings us to another issue that’s been difficult for me. Last month I spent a week with my mom, who lives in assisted living 650 miles from me. It was a good week, and ever since, I’ve wanted to move closer to her. While she is well cared for, she has little opportunity to get out of the building she lives in. She has friends but no interest in the social activities the facility provides. She’s bored a lot of the time.
Frankly, she can’t take a whole lot of activity. We went out on errands almost every day that I was there, and while the trips were short, she was exhausted by the end of the week. There were things we weren’t able to accomplish in the time I was there, and things we can’t accomplish from a distance.
This whole end-of-life aging thing has been difficult for me. I want to be closer to her to spend what time she has left together. It isn’t possible right now, but as soon as I can, I’m moving. Of course the logistics of that overwhelm me at times.
It’s a bear getting older. But it beats dying young.
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I support you Belinda in moving closer to be with your Mom. The relationships we have while we’re here are vitally important. 💖
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Thank you, Barb. I very much want to be nearer than I am.
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Growing old is a bear, Belinda When I was retiring (3 years now!) I had people tell me how much money they were putting away for retirement for all the things they were going to be doing. I don’t mean to pour cold water on things, but they were a good 15 years away from retirement. It is amazing what tires you out so quickly in your older years. It’s hard. I’m glad you had a good visit with your mom.
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It doesn’t take nearly as much to tire me out these days. I get sad watching my parents get old, and I know that I’m right behind them. Sigh. Well, that’s enough depressing thoughts. Time to get up and do something constructive!
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