On Growing Old

[The People]

Yesterday I spent the day with a couple in their eighties. When I moved here 9 years ago they took me under their wing and helped me find places, get me to appointments etc. Now they are so fragile. He has Alzheimer's but it is at the point where he is just calm and happy. She is struggling with that along with the loss of a brother last week. She has a lo of physical pain but as she tends to keep a lot inside I wonder how much of it is emotional.

They have 1 son who has schizophrenia. He is well enough that he can help out but not so much that he can take over and organize things. Partly because Mom would never let him.

I look at them and wonder about me in a decade or 2.