My elderly mother lives in an assisted living apartment a few miles from where I live. Both she and I are thankful that she didn’t need to leave her home until she was 94. We’re also thankful she has relatively good health for her age. I visit Mom several times a week. I do that because she tells me she enjoys my visits, because I love her, and because it is a priority for me to do what I can to help her have as nice a life as possible. I also believe it helps elderly people to have at least one person whose presence is consistent, a person they can count on.
My mother is well into the winter of life, and I am in the fall of life. When I visit her I see the other people who live on her floor, many of whom have come to recognize me, and we greet each other. Although Mom is the oldest, the others are also in the winter of their lives. Most of them have some degree of memory loss and most need to use walkers. I sometimes think about how 20 to 30 years ago they were the age I am now, they had careers or were homemakers, many had spouses and children, some had pets. Being their ages, they have all naturally experienced loss, including the passing away of a spouse and other loved ones. There have been other losses, too: loss of good health, mobility, clear thinking, decision-making, and independence.
Visiting my mother and seeing the other people where she lives reminds me to appreciate my life, to cherish my good health and the abilities I am blessed to have. It also reminds me to use my time well, to not take it for granted, and to make healthy choices, such as eating nutritious food and exercising to help me stay as healthy as I can be for as long as I can. Time goes by so quickly and the time will come when I will pass from the fall to the winter of life. I pray that I will do so with grace and acceptance of the changes that will come.