FOWC with Fandango: Age

It happens to all of us, earlier or later. I remember the days when Mr. Swiss and I were mobile, and now he is in his golden oldie home, but for me still the same as he always was. He has his problems as I also do, but too many for me to help him. Why oh why I ask myself. We can still have discussions, although not as lively as they were, but who cares. Yesterday I paid a daily visit, he is only a few minutes away, and parting is still difficult, but we know it is necessary. I am now at home, on my computer and afterwards will make something to eat for my No. 1 son and I and Mr. Swiss will have his evening meal in his senior home.

You can say what you want, but age is not something nice, but we cope somehow.

FOWC with Fandango: Age

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      • Yep. I remember when I was 45 or so I said to my Aunt Jo who was 74, “I wish we were the same age.” She said, “Oh, no, honey, you don’t want this.” I figured then we should reach the biological age of 50 and continue for our allotted life span — whatever it will be — without physical deterioration. I have friends in their 90s. And one of them sends me everything he finds in his house he thinks I’ll like. “My kids won’t want this when I’m gone, so I’m sending it to you.” Sweet and heartbreaking.

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  1. Each decade of age has it own perspectives. I’m realizing just how young and dumb I was. I also am aware I’m still young and dumb to someone older than me. I’m sure I’ll see myself that way too when I’m older.

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    • Ich habe einfach nicht erwartet dass es so viele Probleme könnte geben. Sorry I am again in two language country. What I wanted to say was that I did not realise that there could be so many problems as you grow older.

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