Senior changes, part II

pho­to by Annal­isa Barelli

As I explained in the last essay, choic­es look dif­fer­ent as we age—especially in light of the virus. Every one of them, whether sim­ple or huge, has more grav­i­tas. The desire to appre­ci­ate life sweet­ens. The real­iza­tion that we have a respon­si­bil­i­ty deep­ens. Then there’s that hope to leave a mark, which flirts dan­ger­ous­ly with our ego. I’m think­ing that old peo­ple pray for guid­ance more than young peo­ple do. 

Which leads us to my next cat­e­go­ry, which might seem friv­o­lous: enter­tain­ment. Tran­si­tion­ing from the pre­cious­ness of time to how we’re going to spend it can be bumpy. I’ve nev­er doubt­ed that enter­tain­ment can be men­tal­ly stim­u­lat­ing, awe-inspir­ing and life-affirm­ing, all pos­i­tive effects. But, if you’re like me, it’s pret­ty easy to let your choic­es float down the gut­ter, i.e., con­tain­ing none of the above. When we think of it in a lim­it­ed-time frame­work, we want to make good enter­tain­ment choices—especially in the time of corona.

Ratch­et­ing up the lev­el of impor­tance, we have to make choic­es about each oth­er. Not about our future (although choic­es lie ahead), but about our present. The cir­cum­stances are always dif­fer­ent, but most of us have some sort of other(s). I don’t know why (yes I do), but it’s always been eas­i­er for me to think about how my oth­er is treat­ing me than how I am treat­ing her. These peo­ple who have been with us how­ev­er long, who are the most sig­nif­i­cant peo­ple in our lives—we should be lav­ish­ing our love and affec­tion upon them. I know it gets com­plex imme­di­ate­ly, but that is a good guide­line for how we treat each other.

As eas­i­ly avoid­able as the sub­ject is, we have to (or at least should) make choic­es about death. Obvi­ous­ly, the legal stuff…Karen’s Aunt Faith had every­thing beau­ti­ful­ly orga­nized, and it has still been dif­fi­cult to nav­i­gate. I can’t imag­ine try­ing to sort it out from scratch. But there’s lots of oth­er choices—do they know what we want; (do we know what we want)? If they know, do we want to know? Have we set the lim­it for keep­ing us alive? Are we ready (it’s bet­ter to decide that in advance)? What about our funer­als? I know exact­ly what I want, but my wife doesn’t want me to write about it. Can we ever be ready to die, except because of pain? I hope so.

My last top­ic is prob­a­bly pre­dictable: God. We should say “yes” to God. I don’t mean come-to-the-altar, lost-was-found “yes” (although I’m not opposed to that). Wher­ev­er we are on the Spir­i­tu­al Journey—we should say yes. A dai­ly, moment-by-moment, day-by-day, this-is-a-jour­ney yes. I sus­pect that every human soul (there are a lot of peo­ple out of touch with their souls) , when asked what was most val­ued, would say love and peace and hope . We don’t have them and can’t buy them—they can only be received. By say­ing yes, we open up our hearts. Say yes.

I’m sure I’ve missed some­thing, but these are the big ones—in my mind. The thing about choic­es is we don’t just make them and file them away, as if all has been resolved. We have to keep mak­ing them, day by day, moment by moment. Like our actions, we are respon­si­ble for our choices—even if we choose to do noth­ing. The temp­ta­tion in the days of coro­na is to do nothing—but what fun is that?

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