Glory Days

Back from the East Coast and visits to both sides of the family.  First, it was the memorial for my Mom in upstate New York.  We decided to wait until summer when travel would be easier and all family members could be there.  It was a little like something out of a movie.  There were 19 of us standing in the cemetery, umbrellas overhead and a deluge of rain.

Just the family…..it was intimate……heartfelt……. exactly the way we wanted it.

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After the service we got together with friends and family for a  picnic.  It was a wonderful way to celebrate for all of us.

My husband and I then drove through Pennsylvania down to Maryland to see his parents.  At ninety-three and ninety-one, it made for an interesting visit at their senior living facility!  It is not easy watching parents age.   It is even harder for them to accept.

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They get lost in the reveries of the days gone by and the friends that are no longer there.  Their mobility is limited.  They tell and retell the same stories, forgetting that they have just told them five minutes before.  They are sad!  It’s understandable.  We shared some nice meals, a couple of trips out, and a few days of helping with some chores.  We cheered them up the best we could .  But the reality remains the same.

As baby boomers we are watching this aging thing very closely.  Bruce Springsteen wrote about it in his song Glory Days:

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Now I think I’m going down to the well tonight

and I’m going to drink till I get my fill

And I hope when I get old I don’t sit around thinking about it

but I probably will

Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture

a little of the glory of, well time slips away

and leaves you with nothing mister but

boring stories of glory days

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One Response to Glory Days

  1. bang the drum says:

    Amen

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