
Almost ten years ago, Christine Purves, one of so many ElderChicks who has inspired me, wrote the following toward the end of a well-lived life:
I am quite different from the person who last wrote. Then I was still climbing trees. Now I am 95 years old and live in a retirement home called FRIEDA House. But it is very comfortable. We have our own bathroom! And we never have to move. We are permitted to die here. Now that is a comforting thought for me. No kidding.
I still belong to a community book club. We just read “The Buddha in the Attic” and next will be “The Roundhouse.” I hope to interest them in “Refuge” by Terry Tempest Williams.
We Mennonites have a church bus that gets me and a man with Lou Gehrig’s disease in our wheelchairs plus 10 or so walking members – canes, walkers and so on- to church Sunday mornings. A friend takes me to the home games of our Bluffton University basketball games. Fun.
My eyes work much better than my ears – I feel fortunate that ANYTHING works – so enough for now. – love to you readers.
I’ve been asked to speak about “Growing Old vs Being Old.” What do you think? Does everyone who lives out one’s natural length of years become Old? What does that mean? To you? To others you observe? To our elected and appointed government officials?
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