|Bill on our deck today in the light|
This raises the question again of what happens to two old gay men who go downhill? In the case of our friends the nephew(who has the power of attorney) of the one friend worked with two of the church members to move them out of their doublewide home on twenty-two acres of land. Neither one of them can take care of themselves. Their ages are 71 and 75.
Bill will be 84 in a few weeks and I'll be 71 in two months. Both of us are in reasonably good health (both mental and physical) for two old men. Of course we have our aches and pains but nothing approaching the mental and physical problems of our friends. Who knows, maybe we'll be there someday. But I don't think so nor does Bill. We keep our minds active and get plenty of exercise. Hopefully that helps in keeping at bay mental and physical decline.
Yesterday Bill and I took a ride to the apartment complex where are friends were placed. All the apartments looked alike. The only difference was the number on the door. The buildings reminded me of one of those prisons on MSNBC's program "Lockup." Yes, they looked like prisons. Bill said "It looks like a place where you go to die." Needless to say, it was a depressing visit.
The only window we could see was on the one side and it faced the parking lot. Their "Unit" (which is part of their address) looked like a prison cell from the outside. I would go crazy if I had to live in such a "unit." Bill felt the same way.
We live in a beautiful development about six miles north of Rehoboth Beach, on the bayside. Our house is spacious with a LOT of windows. I need a lot of light to function. If I lived in a "unit" like our friends I would become so depressed. I get depressed in winter with the shorter days and lack of light. In our home in Pennsylvania I couldn't even work in our finished basement room because it didn't have natural daylight. I need light.
We also have a huge back yard. Both Bill and I like the change of seasons and all the activity that goes on in our backyard from the first birds in spring to all the plants and flowers. We need this life to live. Neither one of us can imagine living in a "unit" with one window to a parking lot.
Bill and I have made a pact. We're not going anywhere. The only time we're leaving this home is feet first.