This morning I opened my computer and forgot why. I was about to take my pills for the day and couldn’t remember if I had already taken them. I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of my mother and almost thought for a moment that she was actually in my bathroom. We could’ve had quite a conversation, but then I realized that she’s been gone for several years now. Imagine my shock when I realized it was me staring at me.
When I was, these things were called being forgetful and a klutz. Now it’s a result of age. I think of the years after retirement as those fleeting moments when we completely dislodge from reality and go into the twilight zone – where our skin loses its elasticity and we shrivel up – our eyes fail, hearing fades and we are considered addled by time – in other words OLD!
When you go in for a physical you’re asked if you feel safe at home – do you fall – do you have someone to care for you. They seem to think you’re ready to go out to pasture and leave the world in a week.
In my opinion, growing old means more than being able to pee, sneeze and laugh at the same time. It means you’ve collected a lifetime of experiences – made it longer than most of your friends and still have moments of lucidity. You also realize that soon you will be in heaven and none of this other stuff really matters.
In the meantime, God has a reason for keeping you on this planet and it’s up to you to find out why.
PSALM 71:18 So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come.