Monday, August 1, 2011

A friend's father died this week...

When I got the new it was hard to just say "sorry". What can one say? I didn't know him, and he was high demand in those final years. Blind, sick, but still lived in his own house. He needed high care and he was a cranky old man when he wanted to be. But she was a good daughter and when he should have been in a nursing home, he didn't want to be there and she catered to his wish.

But he wasn't a happy soul.

Lately I've been wondering if there isn't quality of life, why hang on. Seems to be a natural urge in humanity to do so. And makes suicide look quite ominous.

Old age is depressing. And the closer I get to it, the more I feel about it.


KV said...

Um, let's see -- I turned 71 this year and you are way younger than me, right? How come I am not depressed about old age and you are?

Good to see you posting again, Miss Penny :)

Kathy V in NM

Zara Penney said...

Kathy honey, welcome back.

The last three years has been very tough. It's amazing how much such a rejection by somebody who was the rock in life makes all the difference.

But I have discovered a new rock. My beautiful daughter. She who has borne the brunt of the shock and the subsequent effort to recovery.

love you honey. 71 years young!