I was sitting with my grandpa Tom the other day...
We got to talking and I asked him if he could go anywhere where would he go? Because these days he is at home, almost 90, a bit hard of hearing, and not in the greatest of health.
You know, he didn't give me quite the direct answer, rather he answered with that he would need to go to the doctors a lot. Although he wasn't sad about this, just matter of fact about it. And when I asked again for a solid answer he said he didn't really have any where he wanted to go.
I wondered why...
Why is it that he is okay with just being where he is? Is it because he is not in the best shape? Is it because his family, friends, sports, and reading are enough? Or is it because he worries about not being able to physically go anywhere?
It scares me, these days of marketed medicine and honestly the quality of life.
If we are living by the way of (pharmaceutical) drugs, barely, are we really living?
Granted, I am so incredibly happy to have Tom in my life. He has all of his marbles, in fact he is more put together than most of us, but is that enough for him?
If I were to ask Tom this he would undoubtedly say yes. Because grandpas always know what to say.
Life is a precious thing, one we are so lucky to have, but what does this extension by way of technological advancements serve?
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