I believe our elders smile as they remember cherished friends and family who have passed. For them, time fades. Memories drift like a spring breeze. Their eyes glisten—not with sadness, but with deep, radiant joy as they feel close to loved ones.
They sit quietly, viewing the world as one who once knew profound happiness and love—memories they now summon again to fill the pain of loneliness. A visit from a grandchild is not easily remembered until they share a memory or two that seems to open their mind and bring a smile, reminding them that love can still return, even in quiet moments, but leaves just as quickly as it returns to shades of gray once filled with a lifetime of light.
Old age may take away things, but maybe those memories were meant to be forgotten to make room for the happy times you never want to forget. I think they see the faces of those most important to them, their mouths quivering as they speak their names and hear their voices with clarity meant for them to hear.
I've always believed that our elders are the history books we learn from, the tattered pages of the Bible we try to follow along with, and the countless stories we discover that reveal their lives and how they lived them. And mostly, I believe that old age is just a tired body and a full mind that sees us as a class of students with a thirst for knowledge.
Mike 2026
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