I’m thinking of my 95-year-old grandmother. She’s lived a nice long life, didn’t work much as she was a housewife most of her life, ended up having 6 kids, who love her deeply. She raised them all into adulthood, and these kids ended up having kids of their own. Now she has 15 grandkids, and another 5 great-grandkids. She also owned two homes, both of which have been sold in order to pay for her retirement home and other medical costs, the rest distributed amongst her 6 kids. Her health is failing, she spends her days sitting in a chair, and she has all but forgotten everything but the names and faces of her kids. So what was the meaning of it all, really? While I’m sure she’s had some incredible experiences, friendships, relationships in life, it all seems meaningless now that almost all those people are long gone, and the experiences feel like distant memories, if she even remembers at all. She is one of the lucky ones too. Living well into your 90s is a longer than most people get. And having so many kids and grandkids that live nearby means she's never truly alone. But it’s depressing to think the lasting legacy of her life, and most people’s lives, was simply having kids and raising them to repeat the cycle all over again.
Submitted December 12, 2018 at 05:00PM by RepulsiveChoice https://ift.tt/2zV2ecX
