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Transition... that is my time right now. I'm transitioning from a world of constant interaction to one of solitude.
Diginty... as we age some of us handle it well, others don't. It is dignity that we crave, to be seen as worthy souls, not as an old person to pity.
I have embraced solitude, my Mom sees it as a curse.
I know the power of self reflection, of touch, to touch, to share, to observe, to learn.
Preparing for the next transition will be the task to follow. What about my end time? Shall I leave this world a better place? What will be my mark? I can only hope I leave with dignity, with grace, and knowing it is just a transition to another realm, another dimension, another transition.
Diginty... as we age some of us handle it well, others don't. It is dignity that we crave, to be seen as worthy souls, not as an old person to pity.
I have embraced solitude, my Mom sees it as a curse.
I know the power of self reflection, of touch, to touch, to share, to observe, to learn.
Preparing for the next transition will be the task to follow. What about my end time? Shall I leave this world a better place? What will be my mark? I can only hope I leave with dignity, with grace, and knowing it is just a transition to another realm, another dimension, another transition.
