Within reach, a few doors down or miles away ...
On a rare day when I’m not on the road running errands, driving to and from author events, or gladly fulfilling my role as quasi-caregiver, I seize these golden opportunities to catch up on housework. During one of my dust cloth swipes, coming up from a deep knee bend, my forehead made contact with a corner on the hutch. A tender-to-the-touch reminder, a small lump, and discoloration yield the right of way to visions of the elderly incurring fractures or unsightly bruises sustained by bumps in the night.
At the low end of the senior number line, I’m ever mindful of how accidents or the onset of illness can sorely undermine one’s independence. My trepidation turns to inspiration when I think of three octogenarian women living by themselves in my apartment complex. Thus far, they have defied the odds against age discrimination. At any given time, each is stylishly attired. All of them still drive. Behind the wheel, you’d never know one of them now requires a cane to walk. She tools around on Rte. 6 like the “Little Old Lady from Pasadena”!
Even more inspiring, are three other gals who maintain their independence despite the cards they’ve been dealt. I’ve bestowed fictitious names to all. Seventy-something Doris still walks her dog, takes out the trash, and manages to do her own laundry even though she suffers from macular degeneration. I notice she gets bread and dairy products delivered.
On the second floor where I reside, a few doors further on the right, there’s Cindy who looks to be in her forties, and wheelchair bound. The elevator enables her to maintain a degree of independence within the building. I’ve been privy to Stop & Shop Peapod deliveries inside her hallway.
Two doors past my apartment, there’s sixty-plus Jennifer with whom I have occasional conversations. She has undergone surgery and chemotherapy these past couple of months. There have been times I’ve seen the fatigue etched in the lines on her face, but my neighbor has told me she doesn’t let much stop her. That includes driving and going back to work. When she makes a public appearance she either sports a wig or hat.
And, wouldn’t you know, there is a special someone, the most independent and inspirational of all, across the miles, battling cancer. Now, it’s my turn to inspire the most courageous and adventurous journey he must embark on so he can get back in the saddle of horseback riding.
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Ron
well done, insightful work
Never Stop Writing !
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