Sunday, July 14, 2013

Distant Memory

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This week's prompt is Locked.



George reflected that one of the few good things about growing old was the measured pace of it; at least his body didn’t behave like some perverse race car, accelerating from 20 to 65 in a matter of minutes.

Still, he recognized the signs as they appeared with increasing frequency: problematic jar lids, too distant bathrooms, stairs that stretched before him like the Matterhorn.




He took his Glucosomine with a renewed dedication, increased his trips to the Y, cut back sharply on red meat, and learned to enjoy red wine.



He installed taller, more “accessible” toilets, grab bars in the shower, and a push-button lock for the front door that used a lever rather than a difficult-to-grasp doorknob.



George returned home Thursday, tired after his evening visit to Irma at Sunny Acres and found himself outside his safe and accessible home, the code to enter his house vanished from his memory. 





8 comments:

  1. How very sad and it's coming for all of us.

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    1. Hi Gail - Yes, I guess in the meantime we have to keep eating those blueberries and doing those crosswords.

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  2. This is so sad but I loved his independence throughout which makes it even more heartbreaking. xx


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  3. This is sad, and so true. I have elderly friends going through this, as did my mother in law.

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    1. It's hard to face/see/experience the loss of control.

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  4. Becoming who/what you do not want to be is a sad reality for many. I hope he works out a way to remember the code...

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  5. Or reverts back to the yesteryear of keys.

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