Aging is an interesting thing. I swear that in the USA you work all your life to retire, and then many spend their time spending that money on medicine and then an overpriced funeral to bury one's bones in the ground. My dad isn't doing all too great, yet, he isn't doing all too bad either. I am learning patience in that you realize whatever is going on, is probably from age, medicines, and his body shutting down.
He has gone from "I am thinking about it" to doing something to "tomorrow." we keep telling him he has to put his legs up, and he doesn't seem to listen, and last night I sat here thinking rod serling was secretly filming an episode of the twilight zone where dad was a bit excited and was forgetting how to breath. So he starts taking shorter and faster breaths.
So there was mom and I, in a sort of lamas breathing class showing dad about how to breath in and exhale with pursed lips – just like the doctors and nurses told him. You simply get too tired of watching someone tired that you fall asleep.
at 5 am, the man that is thinking about everything had his shoes on, no socks and announced he needed to go to Canada.
Yep…I know why a lot of my life has slowed down for now. I remember my one girlfriend dying of cancer, and you got used to that. Dad? I find myself pulling back a lot and looking at it from a different perspective and making comedic observations about the goofiness and lunacy of aging and death.
Perhaps that is all I am to do. keep mom and dad laughing and "thinking about it" for "tomorrow."
Now I am off to meet some folks that think manana time is the norm. I guess God is teaching me more patience? I am not sure trying to be a kinder, more loving, helpful person is really all it is cracked up to be versus the hard-nosed business person I used to be?