Yesterday was about Daily Grace. It seems relevent to our situation, with Aunty still not responding. She had a quiet night, and is unchanged today. I feel like copying the little word from my book, and something we found she had written a long time ago. She has copied it from something, and it made much sense to her then. Remember she was born in 1917.
'Many People dread death, and fear they can never meet it with triumph; but God does not give grace for victorious dying when it is one's duty to live. He gives them grace for living, grace for honesty, grace for fidelity, grace for heroism in life's battle; then when death comes, when life's work is finished, and the hour comes for departure, He will give dying grace'.
The paper copied in her handwriting is 'Those born before 1940'. I found it here online.
The world has changed so much in her lifetime, the changes too fast, the meaning of things she no longer understands, it has all been such a frantic, fast moving century for her that her sense of the world in which she lives has become fragmented and unstable. There is only so much the sensibilities of an old person can take. I wonder too that so many old people simply sit watching TV, mesmerised into a stupour, so they sit quietly uncomplaining until next mealtime. They do not want to drink enough water to hydrate their brain and kidneys, and they slowly die inside of a kind of boredom. I think most dementia may have it's root cause in a combination of dehydration, and lack of meaningful interaction and daily tasks.
Do we realy do our elderly a service by putting them into care? My Husband and I would not have been able to cope with either my Mother in Law, or Aunty at home, yet this was the norm in the last century. It is a difficult dilemma to face, and that was the choice we made together when they were well enough to choose for themselves. They both enjoyed residential care, especially as they were with people they knew. They advanced in years with friends at hand who they could keep company with.
Aunty has outlived so many of her contempory friends, the people around her that give her life context.
She has outlived and survived so much that we take for granted as 'progress', but for her this 'progress' has undermined her grasp of the world she lives in.
Her love for us, her sister, neice and nephew, myself, and one or two people that were familiar to her life in residential care, has been her whole world. Now she is a frail, tiny lady struggling with life's greatest challenge. The point of letting go of this world completely and meeting with our God, and life in eternal company of saints in Heaven.