Family Matters: What was I Saying?

Time flies and many times, we can no longer retrieve what we thought was something permanently ingrained in the mind.

It has become a common scenario at home when hubby and I heartily discuss events and situations. Then a fit of cough intervenes and the one who was last discussing a topic asks, “What was I saying?”

It causes me stress because I too forgot what his last line was before the cough. Good thing, we can readily shift to other topics, hoping we would stumble on the previous forgotten one as we continue to converse. As we embrace the malady of old age, we too welcome the new laughter of getting together harmoniously with fun, acceptance, and love.

Now I understand why many times, people say that irritability comes with old age. It is either the brains have gone wiry or like a data in the computer, the intruding time has deleted some facts and memories. And this becomes frustrating. This is the problem when we grow up thinking that our significance is because of what we have in our faculties. We amass so much knowledge, ideas and degrees and to let go of them when the time comes is difficult. Nothing wrong really with being in the bracket of the “brainies and knowledgeable.” Or else, progress and new ideas are hampered. The problem only comes when all these become our pride and joy that when due to natural old age process, and God says, “time to unwind,” we grope for survival and there is none to hang on to.

I like the word, ‘unwind’. Many times, due to busyness, a break from work seems impossible. Or sometimes, we force ourselves to stay away from the work area, yet, in a seemingly restful place free from people and pressure, we are still engrossed about the work. Unwinding is like a rubber band stretched to its limits. Then, we let go and boy, if it has a mouth, you wouldn’t imagine how grateful it is when you release it. Same thing happens when we grow old. When God says, “Now it is time to relax,” we are dumbfounded not knowing what to do.

Part of aging is not only thinking. It is not only critiquing. It too comes with loving, laughing and gracefully accepting. One for a good laugh is written by Ali Strong
Three sisters age 92, 94, and 96 live in a house together.
One night the 96 year old draws a bath, puts her foot in and pauses.
She yells down the stairs, “Was I getting in or out of the bath?”
The 94 year old yells back, “I don’t know, I’ll come up and see.”
She starts up the stairs and pauses, then she yells,
“Was I going up the stairs or coming down?”
The 92 year old was sitting at the kitchen table having tea
listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says,
“I sure hope I never get that forgetful.” She knocks
on wood for good measure. She then yells,
“I’ll come up and help both of you as soon as I see
who’s at the door.”

Now isn’t that a good laugh? The three old sisters surely have a lot of fun and laughter together. They will surely survive the day and night if they only keep loving. Because loving comes from the heart strengthened by their bond of love nurtured while preparing for the real fun of old age.

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