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Aging Alone In A Crowd
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TITLE (EDIT)
Aging Alone In A Crowd |
DESCRIPTION
Self reflection on aging and reaching your final destination.
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AUTHOR
Cari Graham |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
After much bugging by friends, family and co-workers I finally caved and took the big step to submit some of my work. I write little short stories that reflect life during good times and bad. Hopefully you will enjoy!
[February 2012] |
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
jokifer@gmail.com |
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (8)
A Special Day (Short Stories) Remember how it used to feel when you waited for that special someone to arrive. [376 words]
Cafe Mundo (Short Stories) Want to go for coffee? [934 words]
Confronting A Bully (Short Stories) Have you ever experienced workplace bullying? See how this person chose to heal from this experience. [4,341 words]
Facing The Dark (Short Stories) A woman comes to terms with her past. [448 words]
Fishing With Grandpa (Short Stories) This is a story about a little boy's first fishing trip with his Grandpa. What an adventure they had! [1,158 words]
Letter To Dad (Short Stories) This is moving letter written to a father that has passed in hopes of bringing closure to the grief his daughter suffers. [403 words]
The Hawk (Short Stories) We find our strength and healing powers in the strangest of places. [489 words]
The Little Christmas Tree (Short Stories) A cute little story about a sad little Christmas tree. [237 words]
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Aging Alone In A Crowd
Cari Graham
The reality is that I know I am aging but the people around me are in denial!
There is no empathy or patience coming my way. There is no help for small things, only rolling eyes and the sense that I have suddenly become a burden.
My past is catching up to me. The thrill of breaking horses is in the past. Only the pain and fallout from the surgical rebuilds I’ve endured over the years remains.
I am a shell of what I once was. I find myself looking in the mirror wondering if my mom felt this way. I think not. It was a different time when we respected and revered our elderly. The wisdom gained by sitting on a grandparent’s lap and soaking the world knowledge up like a sponge no longer exists. We have been replaced by a search engine on a phone or tablet!
My life feels insignificant. My opinion has no value. My skills are no longer needed. That’s how I feel today!
Tomorrow I start new! I will struggle with memory issues and confusion! I will get lost in my own house! I will put the milk away in the cupboard instead of the fridge. I will feel sad then happy then sad over and over. I will not understand why people are telling me I am repeating myself when I’m sure it’s them not me. I won’t hear everything that is spoken to me. I won’t answer when asked a question but will look dumbfounded when the question is snapped at me for what must be the tenth time. I will get frustrated because my train of thought keeps derailing. I will shuffle when I walk and bump into things often while walking to nowhere because I won’t remember where I was going in the first place. People will know who I am but I won’t have a clue who they are.
I’m looking to my future where I will lay in my bed watching the birds out the window flitting in the trees! It’s movement but I won’t know what it is. Strange people will come in and talk to me but I won’t understand what they are saying. They won’t see me! I will not be there! They will see a frail old lady that has lived her life and is waiting for her final journey.
The sun is bright! The wind is warm! The flowers are colourful and fragrant. I will walk through the tall grass swinging my arms and dancing my way to somewhere.
I won’t remember the pain or the struggles I have been through. I will remember who I am and I will know who I was. I will be happy and content and will embrace the peace that surrounds me.
I will be home.
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 2025 Cari Graham |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
August 2025 |
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