It seems not to care where I am, or what I am doing. It was in church and we where singing Rock of Ages, the James Ward tune. The lines “and soar to worlds un known” get me all the time. Its talking about death and the fact on the unknown as to really how the resurrection will work.
But all who have gone on from generation to generation are some where. I don’t really believe we stop existing or becomes something else for another go around.
I was thinking of my mother. Our friends where with us. Their mom is currently having to go to personal care living from independent living at the nursing home, where my mom was. This was my moms path.
She started in personal care. It lasted a few months. But she started to make nurse calls more frequently, Her mobility and independence was failing. So , the decision was to move to skilled care.And ther she stayed, sound mind but a body that was a prison. It’s a hard place for her, because good conversation was hard to find with the other residents. The next step was the dementia wing, for most.
She spent about four years there untill she just had to stop fighting. She cultivated friendships with many of the staff.
So, my friends mom is heading down a similar slope, and its reminding me of the hill slide I went down.