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December 2004
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
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We find hope in knowing that there is life after death. But is there really? What if there’s nothing there? What if we go through the senile and darkened days of old age with nothing to follow. What if the tears our sons and daughters shed over our frail conditions are for nothing. Why do we do this to them? Can’t someone just end the suffering of the old and in turn the sadness of the young? I don’t understand!
Day by day they wander lonely halls. No cheerful laughter of young hearts, no merry wishes of newly weds. They wander the solemn halls of nothingness surrounded by other who are as frail and helpless as themselves. Those who live on Death’s doorstep and are waiting for their invitation to join the loved ones long gone. These poor souls are the last of their generation, they’re haunted with the memories of all of their loved one’s passings, of accidents, and things gone wrong. But it doesn’t end there.
It’s not enough to punish them with gloomy hearts and frail bodies. We take away their memories. So that day by day they relearn the passing of their children, every hour they look anew for the husband long gone. We torture them with half lives, they don’t even have the happy moments of their lives to liven their grey hearts. Tortured souls locked in frail bodies.
I see them day by day, I meet them crying because they are lost. Lost in their minds and in their realities. They can’t remember where they live, they don’t recall happiness. The salty taste of tears is new to them and the only thing they know is that it will end.
I hope the Goddess ends their punishment before it’s unbearable. For such is the life of the old to wonder about things past present and future. To wander knowing all that’s left in life is death.
And us, the young, we continue to look past the darkened days they live. We continue to ask if there is something beyond death. Maybe some day we will learn better, we will learn that making the passing of the old as enjoyable as possible is better then wondering about our own. That living life and finding out for ourselves will bring more answers then asking the graves of those who have lived.
*hugs*
last modified Dec 5, 2004, 3:09 p
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You're family is lucky to have avoided the hauntings of old age. I find my grandmother crying and lost 4 days out of 5. It results in aunts who don't know what they've done wrong, in Uncles with hatred for themselves because they couldn't hold her up and give her strength. Grandpère battled with diabetes and a whole slew of heart problems before dying in pain at 78, he never lived to see the day his mind faded, instead he was tortured in a hospital for a decade before he lost his battle. And my Grandpa battled with cancer and memory loss before he died at 80-something.
I can't help some days than to wish life ended as it used to, at younger ages. Before the onslaught of diseases and memory loss kicked in. As much as the selfish part of me never wants my loved ones to leave, I hate to see their tears and bearing their pain makes us all break down.
For me the only thing at the end is love and memories. I don't want to live further and suffer more, I simply want my existance to bring a smile to someone elses face.
*hugs*
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CityKat - December 6, 2004, 7:49 p
*hugs*
Just thought you might like to know:
My great grandmother got married at 82...
My aunts are 90 and 94, and still live on their farms...
The suffering of the old is not for everyone, and looking to the future is a natural thing to do. And if there is nothing at the end? How will we know? We will not. It is only a comfort right now, to those of us who fear death.
*hugs again*
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REGS - December 6, 2004, 6:58 p
*hugs*
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WeaselThinks - December 5, 2004, 5:33 p
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