Time and tide waits for no person.
I believe Shakespeare sums it up well…All’s the world a stage and in it, there are 7 stages.
I am seeing my parents age.
Though they are in as good health as they can be in their eighties, I see their thining head of hair and all silvery too.
Dad’s memory is not as good when he was in his 60s. Now at age 86 years old, he has to recall what he has had for lunch.
He plays 18 holes of golf and is very fit for his age.
In comparison, I pale miserably.
He is strong and helps me with groceries.
He used to lift weights in his younger days and was an athlete.
Mum is weaker in the legs and not as agile as dad.
As we all age, we cannot help but age.
The difference is aging gracefully versus aging miserably.
Mum keeps busy with constant visits from her friends as despite her age, many friends come by to seek her advice on stuff.
Dad busies self with his golf and shooting the breeze with his friends.
Though they both do not have children by their side (Bro is based in HK and Sis is residing in NZ) all they have is this mad Garfield hugger on one to two days a week outing for a quick dinner.
I am the sad sack really. All I have is work and voluntary social work.
I whine on my blog to share my aches and pains as telling my elderly parents is not good for their mental health as they will only worry.
I am always busy at work which is irritating actually. But it keeps me focused and forget my aches and pain.
I do not have time to vegetate amongst friends as my hours in day are always filled.
I wish I did though.
So, I start questioning my own quality of life.
I feel like an 80 year old, worst shape than my dad. I lumber in pain as if rigor mortis set in for my spine and joints most times.
Sometimes I feel as if every part of my body hurts except my hair ha ha!
My memory has been ravaged by anaesthesia ie childhood memories and up to University days.
I think if I live to be 80s, I will be a lonely old coot.
Gawd….somebody better shoot me as I am living my old age at my tender age ha ha!
Memory is shot.
Bones and joints are shot.
Thank goodness I have a good head of hair!
Blimey as the Brits would say😉