luckyshirt:

I just carried my 83-year-old neighbor into her house.

She collapsed onto her walker in front of her house when her knees gave out during her daily walk.

Her in-home caretaker (not sure if that’s the term) started yelling for help.

So sad…

I didn’t know what to do. I imagined her as being made of glass, and I didn’t want to touch her because I just imagined all kinds of things breaking. But her caretaker (a tiny asian girl) was trying desperately to support her weight to keep her from going to the ground completely, and I had to wrap her up and lift.

I got her inside and onto her couch, where she started laughing about the whole thing.

But it’s haunting me now.

It’s so messed up that we get so frail.

Why can’t we just stay in young bodies and fall down dead instantly when it’s our time?

I fear getting old far more than I fear death.  I fear that I’ll become a burden on those that love me and care for me.  I fear that my problems will become someone else’s problems, and I already feel guilty about this.  It doesn’t matter if you take wonerful care of your body and are the healthiest person you can be, because eventually you’ll age, your body will deteriorate, and someone will feel emotionally burdened by your existence, regardless of how much they love you or whether they choose to admit it to themselves.