Watching someone as they age, as their choices become big
decisions about how and where to live, trying to assist as much as is possible,
is not so much a spectator sport as it is running a marathon. Now, I've never been a runner, so I can only
vicariously use this metaphor, but I've lived with a marathon runner for a long
time, so I understand some of the process, preparation and procedures. Living is a marathon. There are certain points in aging that are
like hitting “the wall.” The wall we are
hitting is about living arrangements. We
know we need to push through the pain of giving up more independence for an
environment that will provide some amenities that will make living more gratifying,
and hopefully more enjoyable. Honesty is
necessary to admit limitations as well as abilities. It may feel like giving up, but I really
believe this is more about being at the point of knowing when to ask for help.
Dear Caregiver of All, Be with those who have
to make decisions either for themselves or for others. Guide words and actions so that they are
offered with honesty, integrity and humility.
Teach the young how to honor and respect the elders. Do the same for the elders. This is a hard time for both as those who
cared for their children now need to be cared for by those children. Help us to value the gifts we each share,
especially when we choose the ‘wrong’ words to express love, worry and
concern. And love. Grant patience for all involved in making
life-changing decisions. Amen.