Two best friends talking about music, social media, celebrities

Its hard not to love these two 85 year olds and their reaction to pop culture.

What is a good death?

The definition of a good death is definitely individual, and this article features the decisions of a woman who bravely faced her death with a clear understanding of what a good death means to her, and had the foresight to communicate her wishes to her children.

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http://online.wsj.com/news/article_email/SB10001424127887324577304579054880302791624-lMyQjAxMTA0MDAwNDEwNDQyWj

The importance of culture at the end-of-life

This is an interesting article about how people have different cultural perspectives about a death, talking about the “silver-brown tsunami” that is too often overlooked in the health care system.

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http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2014/05/04/different-cultures-bring-own-values-to-end-of-life-journeys/8674637/

What to do with Mom & Dad

This is a video series on ABC news that talks about issues surrounding elder care. This particular video is an introduction, but the whole series is available online. Interesting discussion about the implications of the silver tsunami.

http://abcnews.go.com/WN/ElderCare/

He Was Joyous

Aunt Beulah

Whenever Ernie laughed, he did so with his entire body, a knee-slapping, unrestrained, booming cackle that invited others to join the every-minute-of-every-day party he hosted for anybody who wandered by.

But eating corn on the cob made Ernie more philosophical: the more gnawed cobs, the more profound his utterances. During a six-cob session, he said the best thing about being old was no longer worrying about the expectations of others, but doing what he wanted. Furthermore, when he did so, people usually expressed amazement and appreciation.

Since his favorite activities were drinking beer and singing scandalous songs he learned in the Navy, I could believe people expressed amazement.

“I’m easier on myself now I’m old and retired,” he continued “I’m finally free to do things because I want to, not because I’m proving something to myself or others. At 68, I’m 200 pounds of blue-toned steel, and I can pee…

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If Our Great-Grandmothers Had Facebook and Twitter

The Minivan Princess

If you like this, please share the link, or click the Facebook button down below! I’d thank ya ever so kindly!!! There’s lots of buttons to choose from. 

If you thought that was funny, then you should check out my book, The Unbalancing Act now on Amazon Kindle !

 

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Letting Go of A Dream

in case i'm gone

There’s a letter on my dining room table. A single page form letter that has arrived in January for the past six years. It’s sitting there, innocuously tucked amoung the bills, waiting for a response. Every year I reply in the same way, with a check and a groan and a dream. This year will be different.

The letter, so innocently sitting there, is a letter from a storage facility. A Reproductive Storage Facility that holds what we one day hoped, would allow us to have another child. We knew it wouldn’t be easy. That it would require multiple medical procedures, lots of luck and plenty of money – not to mention a surrogate – but paying that bill every year allowed us to hold onto our dream. The dream of being the family we envisioned. The dream of being parents to more than one. The dream of a time when…

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The Essay My Mother Wrote

Jeremy Podolski

Five years after her death, a 20-year old letter tells powerful story of a mother’s love

I was rummaging this week in my Windows documents folder – my generation’s version of a cobwebbed attic – looking for something I no longer recall, when I saw a folder simply labeled “Mom.”It’s been more than five years since my mom died of ovarian cancer at much too young an age. Five years: a blink and an eternity all at once. I try desperately to remember the sound and cadence of her voice. I trip over triggered memories of time-bleached events, hoping to add new detail to my imperfect archive of childhood. Occasionally, I pick up the phone to call her, only realizing my folly when I struggle to remember her number.

Unexpectedly finding something that is about her, belonged to her or pictures her is like discovering treasure buried beneath a…

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Why You Won’t Be Seeing My Makeup-Free Selfie

You’re Asking the Wrong Question

Red's Wrap

I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist.

Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at heart unless being old at heart implied a lot of unpleasant, undesirable things. Of course, that wasn’t the intention. Assuming that young is better is a deep cultural belief, one that is, unfortunately, absorbed by many people as they age, making them mourn their younger selves rather than enjoying the age they are.

I was already young at heart when I was young. Then I was middle-aged at heart and now, I think, I’m probably old at heart. And I’m here to tell you, all of you 40-somethings filled with dread about the future, it’s more interesting over here on the other side than you might…

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