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patti-lawson's picture
Aug.03.2012
     Driver is an old dog. He’s had a long and very active life for a big dog. He looks different than when I first met him….thinner…gray around his muzzle…quieter with a very wise aura. I was never much interested in the coon dogs my brother Claude owned and Driver was just one...
rina-macasaet's picture
Jun.02.2012
Dad checked out of the hospital today. Many little findings that all contribute to dizzy spells and losing his balance. Medication is given to aid but a conscious effort on his part is necessary. He arrives home and settles back into his favorite chair.   He has quickly forgotten the reason...
rina-macasaet's picture
May.31.2012
Dad is not well. He finally gave in and checked into the hospital. This could only mean that the pain he feels is not getting any better. He’s a doctor. The tone of his voice sounds different. He looks tired and weary. He does not like to be left alone. He says there are ghosts. I think he’s afraid...
rina-macasaet's picture
May.08.2012
I am glad to be back home.  It was a good holiday with dad. Initially, he didn’t think the trip was long enough but in the end ten days was just right. We accomplished everything he wanted to do leaving a few extra days for walking and just breathing in the cool and crisp air of San Francisco...
rina-macasaet's picture
Jul.09.2011
Dad has trouble saying what he feels, thus changes his mind often.  One minute it’s a yes and no sooner than the next minute it’s no.  This can go back and forth many times over one situation.  I have grown used to it and just go along with every yes or no until the verdict is in. The phone rang...
annielaural-lefaye's picture
Apr.06.2011
On Monday at noon thirty the snow was up to the eaves of the cabin located at 8200 feet in the Sierra Nevada of California. Getting to the generator house was a half hour endeavour. The covers on the wood pile were buried. You couldn't see the bridge railings because the drifts were a good...
jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Dec.03.2010
For a variety of reasons, I've been contemplating the end of life just as I inch past the middle of it.  I'm not having a morbid attack, really.  It's just that friends have been sick--one just having surgery for a cancer proved completely curable--and friends' parents are growing feeble, breaking...
lucinda-b-watson's picture
Jul.26.2010
Inventing a Life  Yesterday I went to visit an old friend who is 87 now and mostly stays close to home. She moves about with a cane and is in pain a lot of the time but her mind is as sharp as ever and her memory is filled with the most remarkable things. I visit her every few weeks or so not out...
wayne-r-smith's picture
Jun.12.2010
What a weird topic... For one thing, despite the fact that I'm 62, I neither look nor feel old.  My mustache/goatee is completely white, and yet when people first meet me, they think I'm in my forties (and often flat-out don't believe me when I tell them my true age).  Is this any consolation? ...
austin-partridge's picture
Jun.09.2010
Why do we want to be old when we are young and young when we are old? The age-old question goes. The best part about aging is I get better at what I love to do, I care less about what other people think, and laugh when I remember being told in my 20s not to trust anyone over 30. Now I want to tell...