HOPE, Getting Old & Reality. A bitter Pill

 

Growing older is tough. Your adult kids have their issues. Your elderly parents have theirs. Pets do too. If you are married, there are spousal issues, not to mention your own. In our cases, health is the main problem. It can all be overwhelming. Some days more so than not. I struggle at times with the weight of it all. Being the glue that holds things together is a daunting task. “You can never tell how STRONG you are… until being strong, is the only choice you have.” This is where I find myself these days. I have to take joy where I can. And some days it just ain’t there. But I can’t complain. When you look at what is happening in the world, the images of horror coming out of that war in Ukraine. (Their strength and determination is awe-inspiring.) Our spoiled lives here shrivel in comparison. There, but for the grace of God, could be us. That madman hates us too. His menacing threats cannot be overlooked. Or ignored. We can’t afford to take anything for granted. The world is walking on a tight-rope. Inching along. I’m going about my daily routine.  Trying to pretend everything will be okay. And saying my prayers each night hoping they will be. My body aches. My heart cries. It’s tough getting old. Reality is a bitter pill to swallow. This was not the life I planned. But it’s the hand I was dealt. Taking things one day at a time, one day at a time. Is all I can do. 

It’s all anybody can do.