|That bright, white house - that's my home|
This is my home folks, at the end of Whitehall Drive in Covington Chase, Milton, DE. This is where I will spend the rest of my life. At least this is where I PLAN to spend the rest of my life.
Yesterday I read a fellow blogger's posting in which he expressed concern with who would take care of him when he got old. He is presently taking care of his father and his aunt. I live with an 82 year old man, who thankfully is in good health although he is getting grumpier each year. Assuming I outlive him, then what is to become of me? Who will take care of me?
This is a concern that I have at my age. Like my blogger friend said, he isn't concerned with being dead, but it is the process of dying that concerns him. That is also my concern. Perhaps my greatest fear is being dependent on someone for my day to day living. My father's concern was that he didn't end up like his brother, wearing a diaper spending his days in a daybed in his living room looking out his picture window at the garden that he spent many happy summers toiling in. Fortunately for my father he didn't die that way. I can't say the same for my Mother. The last three months of her life she was dependent on my brother and his wife and daughter for her daily care. That is not how she wanted to die. It isn't how I want to die either.
So where am I going with this? I guess I'm just expressing my concern. I really don't have an answer. But these are the thoughts that swirl around in my head. The way I really want to "go" is to kneel over one day while working in my backyard garden. Just like that, gone.
In the meantime, I make everyday count.