I know a couple. an elderly couple in their mid 80's. I have known them for around 20 years.. they are not close friends, I see them once or twice a year. Every New Years eve we spend together at a mutual friends dinner party. They come from Scotland. Let's call them Tom & Julie to protect their privacy....
They had a pact. That if one died, the other would take a pill. to follow their soul mate. They didn't want to be apart. Beautiful love story. Neither of them wanted to be kept alive on machines......I know exactly how they feel.
He was the dark haired man, who bought the lump of coal and whiskey in the front door on New Years day... an old Scottish belief apparently. She is a cross between Auntie Mame and Lucille Ball.... elegantly dressed with an out there twist. Nails impeccably manicured and bright red hair
Our weather has been stinking hot here. Unbearable for elderly people. This God forsaken land that I am trying to love is hot.
In the heat wave last week, 'Tom' had a stroke. He is now in a coma. He didn't get to take his pill and now he is on a machine. 'Julie', was deemed unable to look after herself at home and is now in a nursing home, an hour away from her soul mate. She is too old to drive. He drove her everywhere. Now she can't see him unless someone can take her.... we are getting a roster together so that each day she can travel to see her loved man..... but when she does get there.. she doesn't understand why he won't talk to her. She didn't get to take her pill either.
Then we have my good friend Peter.. who is nearly 76. He is losing weight rapidly in this heat... and he looks so frail now... I am panicking.
Then we have Rita... a woman I met only a few months ago. Full of wisdom and knowledge. She is in her 70's. I was so looking forward to getting to know her, to learn from her, to absorb her wisdom. She has just found out she has pancreatic cancer and has 6 mths to live.
I am in a state of high anxiety with all of this going on. I hate this. I hate change. Fears of abandonment come flooding back. fears of being alone. I hate it.
so you see, life sucks sometimes.
Now I am going to sit with this, with my feelings and thoughts and try to find something good in it.