re: Family & Aging: what age did you start to feel the pressure of time?

My 1st grandchild

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Some of us have long-term, non-married relationships, moron.

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What’s the point?

Good point.

Last year in August on the golf course in Hammond with my dad (78 yrs. old).

It was hot as hell, and my dad made a terrible shot. He made a comment about being dizzy, and said he had to sit down. I helped him to the cart and he was about passed out. Drove like a maniac back to the clubhouse, one hand on the wheel and another holding him in the cart. Got him inside the air-conditioned clubhouse and got a Gatorade in him; he came through.

That scared me more than his bypass surgeries; maybe because I was alone, maybe because this was in his realm (a golf course, where he is at least once a week and a place where I have never bested him), maybe because while he was like that I felt fine.

All I know is that I really saw my dad as an old man then, and it made ME feel old.

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yet never experienced death for anyone truly close.

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My mom died when I was 18. My first stepmother died 22 months later. My dad died when I as 41. Consider yourself blessed.

I started to feel it in 2012 when my grandmother died. She was my last living grandparent (both of my father's parents died before I was 6) so when she left...it saddened me to realize I now have no grandparents around.

I really felt it right after BR flood. Made me realize just how old my father was getting. I hadn't seen him in 2 years prior to then and he had seemed to age so much in those 2 years.

He'll be 70 next month. With his mental and health issues...he just looks like a scared old man. Makes me sad to realize I'll never have what I consider "my real dad" back. That likely his remaining years on this Earth..he is gonna be pretty much like he is now(maybe a tad bit better)...or worse.

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I am well aware, as I was involved with someone...nvm. I am ok with those chances and I dgaf about society's acceptance of me.

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Relax. This board hates DINKs. I think they hate their lives.

But there are some of us here.

It was in August 1997 after I had spent 3 hospitalizations in the Washington Hospital Center and then was transferred to Georgetown. The admitting hematologist/oncologist asked me how old I was. I said that I would be 46 next month. He replied, "I don't think so." Rather than telling him to go frick himself, I simply said, "Nice bedside manner."

I suppose I could (and perhaps should) have died. I am a medical miracle. I’m one of two people in the world who survived my allergic reaction to a drug called Ticlid. 21 years later I am still walking the earth.

I've seen my Dad pass in 2003 and now my siblings and I are dealing with what to for Mom since her fall in church in April. By the end of this month her Medicare benefits end. We'd like her to move north, but she's fairly adamant about staying in "God's Waiting Room", i.e. Florida. Fortunately, Dad provided well for her. I know I couldn't afford to stay in a 13k per month place.

The bottom line is, all we have is today. No guarantee of tomorrow so, as Warren Zevon said, "Enjoy every sandwich."

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My extended family unit became shattered as a result.

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Yeah this happened after my grandmother died. She was the glue that held the family together. Before she died...they would all try to get together on holidays for her. After she died..that stopped. Everyone mostly does their own thing now.

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Have not allowed myself to get close to anyone else since

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That is no way to live life Rouge

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Now I don’t feel it quite as much; my 2 year old little girl has rejeuvenated me.

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