Thinking of Shrinking

I am not an antique quite yet but I am old enough to realize that in our society, my importance will continue to decline. Old age in our culture, far from how it should be, I must say, every year is a shrinking in importance, in strength, in value. The more wrinkles should equal thr moments you want to be listening to all the sage wisdom she possesses, but alas in our backwards Hollywood and fashion/materialism promotion, ever wrinkle is more a reason to ignore, shun or ridicule.

I am considering this. I have much study on the topic, having served primarily elderly patience for 20 years and now personally I am older. I am thinking of shrinking. I saw patients deteriorate in health before my eyes and I know full well the families were either wonderfully supportive, reluctantly civil or downright brutal in response to this age increase. Doctors were also in one of those 3 categories, most adding meds upon meds for every symptom known to man with God knows 2hat side effect for such crazy combinations. Men and women with greatness God gave them and abilities galore, way stronger than I could hope to be, now shrinking, quiet, fading.

I realize I am unusual, but I respect them and wish to honor them. I spend more time with them than my schedule tells me to and ask questions, always questions. Who were they? How had God designed them and what did they do with that? Not every person matures, it is true, but most lived long enough to pick up valuable insight or just historical data to sparkle the mind.

So, when offered a chance to play the piano for some sweet dears once a month in a senior living facility, how would it be possible to say no? It is not. Those who went before us built this country so we can be who we are and live as we do. We are often pampered pets because of their blood, sweat and tears. And such a position demands respect and value and love. I do not want them to shrink alone, neglected. I want them to sparkle until the sparkle leaves their eyes naturally in sleep.❤

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