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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.
How very sad and it's coming for all of us.
ReplyDeleteHi Gail - Yes, I guess in the meantime we have to keep eating those blueberries and doing those crosswords.
DeleteThis is so sad but I loved his independence throughout which makes it even more heartbreaking. xx
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Thanks, Lizzie!
DeleteThis is sad, and so true. I have elderly friends going through this, as did my mother in law.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to face/see/experience the loss of control.
DeleteBecoming 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...
ReplyDeleteOr reverts back to the yesteryear of keys.
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