Hello March 3rd, 2024, it is early for me as I awoke in pain from my back and left hip, that does not seem to disappear, no matter what I do for it. I also seem to have problems falling asleep these days, my mind races on, and I end up thinking of the past, my deceased wife,, our life together, and other things like my current living conditions and more. As we age, and I know in my case, not in everyone’s I suppose, the body begins to give out, the mind races at times and at other times it slows. I can’t change fate or destiny, I have said this many times before, whether it is arthritis in my spine or hip, or the up and downs of my mind, I am fighting to keep going in many ways.
People don’t see it, because I don’t let them. I ignore the pain of the back and hip when I leave my home and do what I may or have to do. I refuse to let others see me limping, when I walk, or having trouble concentrating to get by at many things. There are times when I, fail to remember the simple things, but can spout the complicated also. I am learning certain subjects can light a fire under me, and I can talk far too much. At other times I go silent and just go through the paces on autopilot so to say. It’s all a part of getting older, I would guess, and the Lord’s way of saying, your getting closer to me.
Yet I try to keep going, walking, talking and moving the best I can. I try to read at times to occupy my mind. I would build puzzles when I first arrived where I currently live, now a days the puzzle sits on my table collecting dust, for I can’t concentrate to put it together anymore, so I end up doing a piece here and there is all. Age does these things to you folks, it comes upon you slow and you ignore it at first and push through, but, in the end you can not fight time, forever.
I love life, I love people, the laughter, the light in the eyes of others, their enjoyment and laughter as they do things they love. It is infectious indeed and comes out and affects you and me. The pretty look in a happy woman’s eyes, her giggle and style or more. The men in a group talking sports and joking and having fun. It’s all a part of living in a 55 plus community like I do. Let me say this though to all who read my blogs, when you live in a 55 plus community, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. No, I am not singing the old song by Charlie Rich, but I am facing the facts of it all. So, when I close my door and I am behind it, I am different than when I walk out it in public and I think, we all are in our own ways. No one wants to show their pain, their agnony, to the world whether it is physical or mental or emotional. We hide it all, and put on a happy face, doesn’t matter if it is false, for we want no one to know, the truth do we?
In my case I have my problems for sure, PTSD, Military injuries, constant physical pain, at times depression, I think many have the same, but, the extent of it all and how it affects is the thing. I shall always laugh, make fun and tease people, it is my nature. I will always laugh when no one else will, to make someone else happy, even if what they did is not really funny. I see someone fall and I am capable I will help in the best way I know how. I see a woman fall or need help with a door or a getting in a car I try to help. It’s just me. I was raised that way, and I guess when I stop to think about it, some of it stuck. I never really stop and ask for anyone to help me, I just do and carry on, no matter what. Life is sometimes good for all of us, and sometimes bad, and the good is all we show if we can.
Doctors, and more doctors for spine and more. Discs bulging, mind bending, crying in private, all a part of some people’s lives including my own. Yet, as we age we learn to hide it all, we learn to live with it all and we learn to carry on. Some of us, take what others call as jokes, wrong, and react and withdraw, some of us, handle it differently and attack back. It is not something you would reconignize really, until suddenly someone snaps, or screams or suddenly disappears. It happens to many of us daily, even though we would never admit it, or show it publically. Yet it is a part of aging.
To counter such things, we try to go out, do as much as we can,push ourselves to belong, be a part of said community and the world. We smile at others, we converse, the best we can, we play simple games, we exercise, walk, talk like there is nothing wrong. We cover it all up and carry on. Some like to take advantage of others, use them, tease them, think they are joking with them, and not realize they are hurting people. Like I always say when I realize someone does not get I am joking with them or teasing them, I like to tell them I am, that way they relax and get it. Otherwise they may take it seriously and ignore, or walk away in anger and never forgive. There is a point of delicacy, or touchyness, you have to remain aware of at all times. Maybe I am being too senistive, in my own way, but, it is as I currently see it, in this life of a 55 plus community.
I have to say, for those who live here, they are many pluses to doing so. We tend to watch out for one another, and that is always a plus. We gather and try to keep going, and find events to do with help from our lIfestyle director, and each other as we form clubs. It helps for many of us are alone and want to be involved the best we can for social interactions and to keep mentally aware at all times. Clubs for art, clubs to play board games, book clubs, sports, pickle ball and so much more. Hell even writting clubs exist here and book discussions. I have to hand it to everyone, what they do,is very good for all here, and their actions and reactions, and interactions keep many of us going.
To each their own I am sure is what some will say. There will be some who live here, who will go mind your own, business. They won’t talk of their problems or actions or reactions to fit in or not. They just carry-on and walk on by it all, and I don’t blame them either, for we all feel that way at times don’t we? The question is as we age, do we get over those moments, do we push on and make ourselves get involved, so we are better for it all, or do the walls of darkness engulf us all and we end up alone, staring at a wall, with no help till they find us and cart us away? I hope for all of us who are here in our 55 plus community, we feel comfortable enough or brave enough to reach out to find help if needed. And that it is with those we live among that we can do so, for who knows the aged or elderly or 55 and up crowd more than those who are a part of it, right? As I said, if I see someone fall I would help them, if I see someone cry I would ask why and listen, as a community I would think we should help one another if we can, for I would want that for me, my friend. Isn’t that how we all want it, so we all have someone to interact socially, to laugh with, to cry with, someone who can listen, if we need them,or help us up, if we fall ? Is that why we all moved to a 55 plus community ? You all tell me ! Life is not a easy ride for all of us, some of us have had rough childhoods, or rough marriages or divorces, or other events that can happen to human beings, and we just wnat to enjoy our time left. Nothiong wrong with that at all folks in my book. I will never force anything on anyone else, tell anyone what to do with their life, it is not my place to do so. Like I told one person many years ago, I am fine as long as no one forces their views or what they do on me, and I shall never force mine on them. We all havea right to choice, out own beliefs, and our own ways of doing things don’t we? Sometimes you do it your way and i do it my way, as long as we get it done correctly it is fine, I say. And even if we don’y accomplish it all the way, we did the best we can, correct? The result, has to fit what we believe the ending should be for each of us, and no two are the same, right?
This being 55 plus is rough for many of us, and many are widows, widoers, divorcees, here. The hardest part os being 55 plus is when you are alone, isolated, and have no one. There are many who are couples and have their spouses with them here. They have someone to go home to, to talk to, to cuddle with, to be in their lives to care for or be cared for. In the end though, many here have no one, feel left out, or ignored, or have to struggle to belong, to survive. Always be aware, is whatI say, for one day that person alone and lost and floundering out there may be you ! Old saying, reach out and touch, somebody, and make the world a better place for you and I.