Hanging With Old Folks

I’ve got to quit hanging out with old folks.

I just shut down selectivelysocial.com because the guy had a heart attack last night and isn’t going to need it anymore. -At least not until I start believing in ghosts.

He was feeling fine, he went to bed and he didn’t wake up. –I suppose that’s a better way to go than most, but it sure upset his wife.

I’d only known him for 20 odd years and in spite of the fact that we only talked whenever we ran in to each other, which could be only every couple of months, I’m going to miss him.

It’s funny that only seeing each other few times a year didn’t bother either of us, but his wife, being a lot more social, kept trying to get us to do more things together. Sometimes it worked, but mostly these things involved dealing with people we didn’t know, so most times it didn’t.

I had another dude I’ve known for 10+ years stop by this morning, he’s only about five years older than me, but his hearing is going and I have to remember to remind him what we were talking about just a few minutes ago. He’s not senile, but he’s easily distracted, and he’s starting to have trouble concentrating.

He’s still alert and aware of everything going on around him, but knowing he has a concealed weapons permit is starting to be a little worrisome.

And of course there’s the other worries that come with age.

My stepfather was in his early eighties when he developed Alzheimer’s. In less than a year he went from sharp as a tack to asking where his late wife was. And as I get older I’m not sure which bothers me more; the thought of dealing with someone who has it or the fear that it might happen to me.

All told, the biggest problem for me, is not just that I’m tired of burying friends. It’s watching them deteriorate, mentally and physically before they go.

So, I’ll try to remember the good times and force a smile through the inevitable depression, until it’s my turn.