As we age, and become adults ourselves, we take a much keener notice of the generations ahead of us, seeing somehow ourselves in the future. How long will we live? What frailties we may have? Will we be mobile until the end? Bedridden? Use a walker or pushed in a wheelchair? Some will think, Will I be alone? Will my children or family help? Can i afford a caretaker? These are all serious and humbling questions we think and ponder about for ourselves, and yet at the same time dealing in the present with our own parents and loved ones.

It is this awareness that has made me oversensitive to those aging and in need. I almost can feel what they must feel, how others see them. They look at those younger, remembering their own youth, viability and yet now are so much more frail or minimized by the aging process. I want the elderly to be honored, those wrinkles, those aging bodies carry so much untold and amazing history.