To my wandering mind I have added a wandering body as I travel with my backpack. I love adding new stuff, but what is already there is leaving at an even faster pace. A lot of the new stuff leaves almost as fast as it enters. I am comforted that my older siblings (9-14 years older) are about as forgetful as I am but still fully functional. I also have more than enough to deal with in each moment as it comes. Getting older is so interesting. I have never been this old before, so every day is a new experience.
Peter, I admire your walking lightly on the earth and think of it this way, we are younger now than we will ever be, so let's celebrate that as we continue along wherever and however we choose. And that we still have those choices is a blessing too. More than enough, yes and one day at a time is enough.
Loved this, Gary! My husband had a stroke 35 years ago - I'm in the process of writing about it now. (Part II comes out tomorrow.) All in all he has done very well, but I can certainly sympathize with your neighbor and sister-in-law. Very interesting to contemplate, "Why are some of us spared from damage and failure while others through a variety of occurrences suffer from mental and brain disorders?"
Eager to read your next installment, one chapter at a time. Love your detailed descriptions. Who knows how, where or why the ball bounces one way and hits some people and misses others? Or why some peoples' cookies crumble and others remain whole? I just baked a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies yesterday so that image was stuck in my head, about to deliver a dozen to elderly neighbor across the street who suffered a stroke, has issues with mobiity as a result, walks carefully and slowly with a cane. I'm sure you can see that picture.
To my wandering mind I have added a wandering body as I travel with my backpack. I love adding new stuff, but what is already there is leaving at an even faster pace. A lot of the new stuff leaves almost as fast as it enters. I am comforted that my older siblings (9-14 years older) are about as forgetful as I am but still fully functional. I also have more than enough to deal with in each moment as it comes. Getting older is so interesting. I have never been this old before, so every day is a new experience.
Peter, I admire your walking lightly on the earth and think of it this way, we are younger now than we will ever be, so let's celebrate that as we continue along wherever and however we choose. And that we still have those choices is a blessing too. More than enough, yes and one day at a time is enough.
Loved this, Gary! My husband had a stroke 35 years ago - I'm in the process of writing about it now. (Part II comes out tomorrow.) All in all he has done very well, but I can certainly sympathize with your neighbor and sister-in-law. Very interesting to contemplate, "Why are some of us spared from damage and failure while others through a variety of occurrences suffer from mental and brain disorders?"
Eager to read your next installment, one chapter at a time. Love your detailed descriptions. Who knows how, where or why the ball bounces one way and hits some people and misses others? Or why some peoples' cookies crumble and others remain whole? I just baked a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies yesterday so that image was stuck in my head, about to deliver a dozen to elderly neighbor across the street who suffered a stroke, has issues with mobiity as a result, walks carefully and slowly with a cane. I'm sure you can see that picture.