Old age happens. It doesn’t happen over night. When we are young, we are in a hurry to grow up. Once we are grown up, we wish for time to slow down. My grandparents are getting up there in age. And there’s the concerns for their health, their safety. Nursing homes are expense. Having someone come into the home to help assist in daily living activities is expensive. Children, grandchildren, carry the weight of the world when trying to do what’s best for a parent/grandparent. It isn’t easy. And while you try to figure out the best way to make sure they’re being taken care of, your mind wonders to the fact someday you yourself will be old. Who will be responsible for all of this when I’m old? I have one child. I don’t want it all to fall on him. Now is the time for me to be figuring it all out so it doesn’t end up on his shoulders some day. But in today’s world, it is so hard to get ahead enough to figure out all the details of retirement, old age, and death. Until that day comes and is staring you in the face and the alarms are going off and your mind is saying, “now what?” My mind is in a 100 different places on any given day, at any given time. I don’t want to lose my grandparents. It’s a fact of life though. I don’t want to make arrangements for my own parents. It too, is a fact of life. I don’t want to add to my own son’s stress some day figuring out what to do with me. But, that’s life. Death is part of life. Sometimes it happens too soon, sometimes it can’t happen soon enough. It brings sorrow, tears, pain, and confusion. I don’t know how to make any of it easier. I don’t think I can.