Old age and stories of periwinkles and mudfish
I just read a post by Hathor on being old and singular which made me feel quite sad……….
I have been called bitter, because I thought I had deserved more in life and said so. I am invisible, because I am older and I am also singular.
I became a singular person during my last marriage, I can’t really say how this happen. I have never been an outgoing sort of person, but I had had a few friends before.
I thought I would take a vacation and now I find that I am penalized for being singular. The better bargains are for double occupancy.
Too old to get a date, but not quite old enough to get those senior discounts.
Yesterday my father celebrated his 87th birthday and my mother will celebrate her 85th in a couple of weeks. They both try and keep as active and involved with life as possible within their own physical and financial constraints. I am beginning to see my mother, in particular as “old” but she forever surprises me. She is still playing bridge and recently joined her local University of the 3rd Age where is attends a music club. She is a walking encyclopedia on opera and classical music so I know she has a lot to offer newbies as well as her peers. My father who is now blind in one eye with the other slowly deteriorating and he is no longer able to travel home which I know saddens him the most. But he is still writing, enjoying daily walks and cooking his okra stew with fish and eba at least a couple of times a week. For us, their stories fills in the gaps of their lives when they were younger which was incredibly full and exciting. So far I am happy in the knowledge that my own kids and grandchildren will also benefit from exciting stories of my own life – I just hope I can tell them as humorously as my father does.