Beloved Grandma and beloved grandchildren. I’m the little one in the middle!
I guess it’s just one of those days. I probably have the “holiday is done and I have to go to an office tomorrow” blues. But I had this thought while listening to my father bemoaning for the umpteenth time that getting old is hard: You either keeping getting old or you die.
There are no other options. And since we have many examples of getting old, we choose that. Because we have no knowledge of what dead is after the dying part.
So many cultures have tried to say what dead is. Some think your soul just comes back into another form or as another person. Others believe you (your soul) goes to a nice place called Heaven or a really heinous place called Hell. Some hold fast that there are levels or Hell (purgatory) that you could end up in and work your way up or farther down. Any there are may more theories and stories people tell each other to try to provide comfort or make sense of something to big for us to understand. But not one of these scenarios has been proven with evidence for us humans. So we continue choosing to get older until illness, natural end or unforeseen circumstances stop us from getting any older.
I see the evidence that getting old is very hard. Particularly when resources are short — like money, and family or friends are few. When health gets worse and healthcare more expensive. I don’t take my father’s worry aloud lightly. But hearing it all the time doesn’t help when you’re aging yourself and there is nothing you can do help your aging parents, nor your own future situation either.