Isabel, ninety years old, bed-ridden, unintelligible, unable to communicate, afflicted with Alzheimer’s disease. This is my grandmother—now. To see her now arouses pity, but to have seen her THEN… Oh what a woman she was. She wasn’t the spunky, sassy kind of lady that was … Continue readingWhen Life Gets Old
I used to give my sweet mother a birthday card for my birthday. I would tell her she should be the one to get credit for that day because all I had to do was show up; she did all the work! Of course, I … Continue readingWhy age doesn’t matter in life
If I’m going to run the race, I want to finish well. As soon as the end is in sight, I want to push myself even harder and faster until my feet cross the finish line. Truth be told, I’m no runner. I’m more of … Continue readingNote to Self: Age with Joy