I have a good friend whose father is 102 years old. I had dinner with him Saturday night. He is still mobile, able to get around with a walker and he has more moments of lucidity than confusion.
But honestly, I hope I never grow that old. Why does God allow someone to grow this old, this feeble, this vulnerable?
If you believe that in all life there is purposefulness, that God has some intent for us, then what is the purpose of this old, old man slowly shuffling through every day? Is he teaching something to people around him? Does he have things yet to learn? Is he bearing witness to something yet unseen? All questions with no answers. Only God knows.
If it were my choice, I wouldn't ever grow that old.
About Me
- Mary
- Michigan, United States
- Me? ... (chuckling) I'm fifty-plus and looking for a change in my career path. I value intuition, love good writing, cherish my partner, S. I miss my two kids on the 'other' side of the lake. People tell me how pretty my sable/silver hair is ... and that I think about death too much.
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