A Thought for the Elderly
Posted on Oct 16th, 2008
by
Lisaji
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A million romantic words about yesterday. The good old days, the days of open doors and togetherness, the swiped under the carpet abuses, the perfect marriages that stood the test of time. The mission, the missionary position, the war, good neighbours, American tan stockings and flash chewing gum. False teeth, Meat and two veg. Stories. Lots of stories, some sad, some happy.
World travels, far off places, kisses with the natives, boiled ham, tins of corned beef, ornaments galour, silver cutlery sets, starched table cloths, powder puffs, red lipstick, home made rice pudding, loss of friends, stewed tea, savings stashed in a jar in the cupboard.... all that, AND loneliness
World travels, far off places, kisses with the natives, boiled ham, tins of corned beef, ornaments galour, silver cutlery sets, starched table cloths, powder puffs, red lipstick, home made rice pudding, loss of friends, stewed tea, savings stashed in a jar in the cupboard.... all that, AND loneliness
Blessed are the old!!!!!!!!!!
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This is a contemplation for the elderly.
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This is a contemplation for the elderly.
Love them~ Enlighten them~ Talk to them~ Listen to them~ Help them
Notice them~ Don't be afraid of them~ Smile at them
Recognise their vitality and physical deterioration as your very own
Recognise that like you - they are ALIVE!
Recognise their vitality and physical deterioration as your very own
Recognise that like you - they are ALIVE!
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Maybe we are biologically pre-programmed as well as socio-culturally conditioned to completely ignore the elderly and to treat them as the living dead. A constant visual reminder of that which will never happen to us as we bury our heads in the sand.Their presence collectively symbolises death, our penultimate fear, and every time we name call, flick our eyes with impatience, feel frustrated, consciously ignore, feel overly bored by what they have to say etc, we are fundamentally denying death and the duty that is upon us to take life seriously.
Maybe we are biologically pre-programmed as well as socio-culturally conditioned to completely ignore the elderly and to treat them as the living dead. A constant visual reminder of that which will never happen to us as we bury our heads in the sand.Their presence collectively symbolises death, our penultimate fear, and every time we name call, flick our eyes with impatience, feel frustrated, consciously ignore, feel overly bored by what they have to say etc, we are fundamentally denying death and the duty that is upon us to take life seriously.

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Good one!!!!!!
And, we elderly, who can, must take responsibility for our own states of happiness, presense, and so on… & see upcoming death as an integral part of the journey; no-thing to be feared. Perhaps, for some, seen as a transition…
Peace
pj
Yeap! Image that. If us folk approached it all with responsibility from whatever side of the coin the view was from. Whhoooshh…. what grace would be upon us.
…An integral part of the journey, nothing to be feared, a possible transition ~ sounds pretty reasonable to me! :)
Thanks.
Lisa