tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post5916298129593694999..comments2024-03-28T23:06:10.904-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: We Fall. We Get UpMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31715419608961280282016-03-11T19:31:28.402-05:002016-03-11T19:31:28.402-05:00Yes, it does suck getting old. I am still carrying...Yes, it does suck getting old. I am still carrying on, but I find that I cannot work for hours as I once did. I get tired some days. Hang in there. We are at least above ground!Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-35111183536895430772016-03-10T05:50:55.521-05:002016-03-10T05:50:55.521-05:00I once read that we are programmed to remain ignor...I once read that we are programmed to remain ignorant of our own mortality -- basically, that we live in denial -- because otherwise we just couldn't live. Every once in a while we get flashes of what it's like to age and, ultimately (A LONG TIME FROM NOW) to die. But day to day we have to just not think about it. Otherwise we'd be paralyzed. Hence that belief we all innately have that it somehow just won't happen to us. You know?Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-92040300517852823902016-03-09T17:11:04.387-05:002016-03-09T17:11:04.387-05:00I am glad I found your blog today; this post is ri...I am glad I found your blog today; this post is right along the lines of where I'm at. Today I visited an older gal at the assisted living place where I volunteer and she said we just need to fight against tough parts of aging, so true.Terra https://www.blogger.com/profile/04396481049075747940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-57807728996651017322016-03-09T15:01:33.359-05:002016-03-09T15:01:33.359-05:00The body getting older I think I can accept, even ...The body getting older I think I can accept, even the growing resemblance to my mother (but only because I think of her as an old woman despite the fact that she was young most of the time during my childhood) but what really really sucks is when people become condescending and try to tut tut around me and basically start to treat me like some unruly child who forgot to check her boundaries and her place in the world. That and being made invisible.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-66818018458831094432016-03-09T12:15:20.892-05:002016-03-09T12:15:20.892-05:00true that. fine lines into wrinkles into creases....true that. fine lines into wrinkles into creases. firm skin, not so firm and then crepey. that's what I'm most noticing now, my skin is turning crepey. ugh. And I seem to be forgetting how to spell, I can't always remember to turn the stove off! I hope that doesn't bode ill. but for the most part I am who I have always been, can still do the stuff I have always done. I avoid looking in mirrors though.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-72402011828794668702016-03-09T10:04:01.381-05:002016-03-09T10:04:01.381-05:00I hear you loud and clear...As I enter the 50th ye...I hear you loud and clear...As I enter the 50th year of my life I find I am amazed to be able to live this long, considering how short our lifespans were not that many years ago. I should really go be robust outside, It is actually warm out there today, 40s!! big mamabirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06758974733590946010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-19349102899633891302016-03-09T08:33:08.585-05:002016-03-09T08:33:08.585-05:00Made me cry. I get every word you write so elequen...Made me cry. I get every word you write so elequently I have had ill health a lot in my life and now I am old and sick and can rarely leave the house. Makes me tired battling it. Glad you were there for the man. Getting old is not for sissies. Maggi xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85153233550986435372016-03-09T08:24:27.640-05:002016-03-09T08:24:27.640-05:00Old age does not bring wisdom. It brings acceptan...Old age does not bring wisdom. It brings acceptance.<br /><br />I read that somewhere.Joanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09458408621855773976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-90176475951263715212016-03-09T05:53:55.646-05:002016-03-09T05:53:55.646-05:00I understand this, every heartfelt word. I hope th...I understand this, every heartfelt word. I hope that man is ok. I think you helped him feel less alone. I have fallen like that. Even when I was young as my gait has always been rocky. But now it feels more dangerous to fall. Everything aches and is more fragile and I quietly marvel at people whose bodies do their full bidding effortlessly. Thank you for this tender meditation on aging. Yes. It's just like this. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-65511639601573472812016-03-09T02:55:01.778-05:002016-03-09T02:55:01.778-05:00I know pretty well what you are talking about, not...I know pretty well what you are talking about, not least after I broke my pelvis 4 months ago !! luckily not much, only a small rift or what you call it in English, but being 67, I must realise that I am getting older and have to be careful of balance, but dignity, I believe I must leave that to other men, because whe I come in my baggy well worn overalls, it is not dignity people are thinking, but something else pops up, a kind of careness for this funny, old cosy guy in a sweater and overalls :) perhaps another kind of dignity :) NielsNielshttp://bibprofessor.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-48133569159870601992016-03-09T00:53:25.155-05:002016-03-09T00:53:25.155-05:00Oh that was tender and sad. Growing old is hard . ...Oh that was tender and sad. Growing old is hard . Leishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10550858502158736036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-45230322863217529912016-03-08T23:47:29.676-05:002016-03-08T23:47:29.676-05:00I had to fight to keep from crying. Not in a depre...I had to fight to keep from crying. Not in a depressing way. Just how truth resonates and wells up in you.<br /><br />I'm afraid if i don't keep moving my limbs are going to lignify and my joints are going to knot up like gnarled branches. In some ways i might already be prepared for growing old, but like you. i certainly never expected to.<br /><br />My grandma is in her 80's and she's been totally healthy. She went to the supermarket, and on her way out, tripped and took a digger into one of the parking space blocks. She was in the neuro ICU and subsequent rehab centers for months. She's doing great now (!) but it was a long, scary haul.Ajaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15272210468592329126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-39580467708733906962016-03-08T23:11:10.914-05:002016-03-08T23:11:10.914-05:00Beautifully written, and so very true - every word...Beautifully written, and so very true - every word. Eight years of visiting my dad in the nursing home after his stroke exposed me to a lot of aging people, including him. And I notice my own aging more as a result. "All we can do is keep going the best we can." Yes. Thank you for this stirring essay, Mary.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-60701411025205700022016-03-08T22:51:52.503-05:002016-03-08T22:51:52.503-05:00There are so many reasons to practice balance of a...There are so many reasons to practice balance of all sorts.<br />I remind myself of this often, but have yet to achieve it <br />as a habit. Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.com