In less than a week, another year of my life will have been spent…gone forever, never again to relive. Re-do’s are just impossible with time. The older I get the closer to dependency I become, and that frightens me. As a caregiver, I work with elderly seniors, and their level of dependency varies greatly. I…
Tag: Dying
Fragile: Haiku 9/16/16
The following was inspired by today’s daily post: Fragile (my stab at haiku) *** Glorious beauty Seen only through fragile eyes The way: Death alone
Melody of the Soul
Sometimes I shiver with the thought of getting old. This shiver, like a wave of panic, reminds me: Time marches on and stops for no one. Logically, I knew this all along; however, now that I’m over fifty, it’s beginning to really sink in. It’s quite the paradox, for as I gaze into the mirror, I see…
