Why we seniors still need to have a plan–a 20-year plan
As they say, it ain’t over till it’s over. So what to do until then? Well, for us seniors, instead of thinking about aging, we ought to be making plans, as everybody else ought to do.
As they say, it ain’t over till it’s over. So what to do until then? Well, for us seniors, instead of thinking about aging, we ought to be making plans, as everybody else ought to do.
I can’t remember when I started to fall out with mirrors. Just as well, for on those occasions, when caught completely unaware, I suffer spasms of disbelief, espying on my stranger’s face a fresh new wrinkle here, a line digging deeper there.
“FOREVER 81” writer Gilda Cordero Fernando (Philippine Daily Inquirer, Sunday Lifestyle) models for the 80 and above a waltz down memory lane beyond “Triviata.” A neighboring column, “My Chair Rocks” of Conchita Razon, not only awaits more “aha moments” from PDI readers, but also propels them to keep in step with her beat. One can’t help tapping into her vibes and rocking, too.
As I sit down to write this piece, I am tempted to ignore the significance of tomorrow’s date. As huge a milestone as people tell me it is, my gut is not at ease. People may think I want attention. Oh well. It is what it is!
I’ve never lived a balanced life. I excel in one or two things and flunk the rest. Never have I done anything in a straight line. Why are old people always wearing socks? Because the extremities—feet and hands— are always feeling cold due to poor circulation.
Frank Sinatra, the troubadour of his generation and its progeny, the generation to which I belong, sang the songs of our lives. Even the words he did not sing but simply utter, especially in the home stretch of his life, now resonate with me: I’m losing it.
Hi, Dad! Is it raining where you are? Because here, a new storm is brewing, breaking off the branches of the big tree and scattering its pompoms all over the walk.
There are several kinds of farmers. The common types are the poor ones you often see plowing the fields using their carabaos. He’s the rural, do-it-yourself farmer. If he does not farm, his family will starve.
What makes people of age behave like little children? Is this what is known as second childhood? Isn’t it interesting that we should end up the way we started?
One should be so old! There are many books on death and the afterlife, but most people, I think, are not afraid of the passage per se. It is the old age that precedes it, one’s seeming uselessness, helplessness and irrelevance that are frightening. Life is beautiful, and the realization that one is getting weaker by the year is tinged with sadness.
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