T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old. Show all posts

Sunday, March 8, 2026

Old Age

 



Don't assume that growing old is the same for everyone, or that it will be a pleasant time of love and family. Some old people end up nuts, some are bedridden; some die in their 60s; some have no family; some are alone and lonely; some get no respect, no love, no comfort; some end up in homes sharing a room with someone with dementia; some sit all day in a wheelchair in front of a TV; not everyone is loved and cherished and have their health in old age; some repeat the same sentence all day and have no idea who you are; some have hip replacements and two days later have gone gaga and peeing from their eighth floor hospital window; some are sick for ten years before they die; some outlive everyone they know; some are surrounded by caring family; some are robbed by their sons and daughters and never visited again; some end up depressed; some die while having a nap on the living room couch watching TV, and all old people will agree that these people are the lucky ones.