I like to read just about anything and manage to gobble-up quite a bit week to week as well as daily too. I remember speaking with a woman who loved to read making a comment that I couldn't appreciate at the time but do now. She said you can only read so much and then you...
YOU GET TIRED
I am there now. I read mid-mornings and like reading before bed. Night reading sets me up for beddy-bye no matter how good the books are. I usually have 3-5 books at the bedside which helps to extend reading time but at some point my eyes say different, the brain agrees & sleep has the last word. I give in & off I go
Life does something similar as well. We pay no attention to our drive when we are using it no more than the attention paid to a tooth that doesn't hurt. But when the drive is mitigated or that tooth aches we take note. So it was/is with this man who I read about who lives in Switzerland. He wants to die and he is not ill either
He has lived a full life. Has had children and grandchildren and was a professor. In fact, he kept working on campus until 100-101 until they asked him to move for liability reasons. They said he was too frail and may trip and fall. He left and put his energy into some other part time activity. However that declined as well
TIME TO REFLECT?
One day he found himself with nothing to do so to speak and was bothered by it. During this time, he fell at home and laid in the same spot for two days until found. He realized that it was time to go. He based his decision on quality of life. He no longer lived but existed and he considered that tedious and tiring
Apparently they have a law against suicide so he is planning to fly to another country where he can apply for end of life assistance. Someone set-up a go fund me account and enough money was raised to fly this man first class to this destination. At that point, where it is legal, they will set him up for his final journey
QUALITY vs QUANTITY
I was able to relate to not being able to read for hours (my favorite) but instead for a limited time. However, I cannot imagine what it is like to be 100 years old and whatever comes with that. But I do respect the quantity of life versus the quality of life dynamics. Troubling for me is the thought of taking ones life.
I spoke with another man who has a relative who is suffering in a wheel chair and oxygen and sits in a living room all day without change or activity who is also quite old. Again, I cannot fathom or relate but hear and understand to a degree or point. I realize that there is no substitute for experience. I empathize
Have you noticed that we all must have something to do? This is the nature of our creation and it is strong. Supporting this is the human body designed for motion and challenges. Failure to live your potential or have it diminished compromises our very existence. This subject demands respect. It wont negotiate either
I once talked with another older fellow and our conversation ended up in this category. We made light of it even fun suggesting to go out swinging instead of otherwise. We both agreed that going unto a mountain environment and freezing to death is preferable to just melting away. I remarked a what if scenario...
BEAR WITH ME?
A bear comes along, is hungry, wants a snack and wont let us get to the cold weather? A gun is necessary not to use on ourselves but to punish or offset the poor bears plans. Then again, that assumes we see it coming and can react. We both started laughing. The sobering thought was we could go no further with this
I realize this subject is not a enthusiastic one. It is not even on a list of conversations to have but whether we accept it or not, we all journey toward this some better than others but all guaranteed to visit with it one way or another. For now, we can even stop reading this post using our procrastination powers....
THERE IS A TIME FOR EVERYTHING
Whether you are Indiana Jones on a quest who slips up & doesn't come back or 007 who pushed the envelope a little too far and is replaced by 008 or a soldier who throws himself on a grenade to save others an exit is in the works. When, where, how who or what remains to be seen. Everything has its time
My wife took care of her elderly neighbor who wanted so much to die at home watching the birds, wildlife and the comfort of her routine. They made the rounds together until she did less & less & then she started having dreams about her sisters who passed before her. She wanted to visit with them she often said...
One day, she couldn't get up. She laid in bed, speaking softly with Lucy my wife requesting to leave and Lucy gently said go if you must. It's okay. Its allowed and other comforting, reassuring words of this type. The woman listened, stared and smiled and then said these last words: I love you Lucy and passed on.
When the ambulance came to transport her body the man who was handling the stretcher remarked how peaceful she looked. When Lucy told her story about her dying words of I LOVE YOU LUCY, the man understood. It was about love and it has no bounds here or elsewhere