COMING TOGETHER
I am starting a new blog about the last years of my mother.  I hope I can say what everyone going through this experiences, I hope to make this blog common to many of us.

  My mother now is 92 years old.  As my father was wealthy, my mother has spent a great deal of money to stay alive.  With Medicare, prescriptions and operations, she has outlived her own body.
  She is the first person in our family to do this.  My parents and grandparents were the offspring of the Depression and the 19th century.  For them, death came to the home.  You went home to be there when God came for you.  If there was pain, so be it.  One didn't rail against death, one went gently into that good night.  So those of my parents' generation didn't have operations to keep parts of the body alive, to live longer.

  A friend of mine says, Life is a social disease, the fortunate ones die young.

  I can't say I agree with every part of that expression but it is a viewpoint today.  My mother was born in 1920.  She has seen a great century go by.  She has seen buggy coaches to airplanes, from big bands to rock groups, from chilly winters to checkers in the park.
  She has done a great many things.  She has been an Air Force wife, a mother, a world traveler and homemaker.  Now she is at the end.  This means every day is the same to her.  Feeding, a bath, trying to find something to occupy time, and then sleeping wondering if she will wake up.

  It's drudgery but when you have outlived your own natural body, this is what you get.  I have to wonder about her will to live.  Having friends and visitors can disguise what she's really feeling and that is a concern of mine.

  That's all I will say for now.  Many more posts to come about the lowering of the Final Curtain.