In the five years that I have known Walter, I have noticed that I seem
to see less and less of him. Over time, he has become despondent and
reclusive. Safeway now delivers his groceries. One neighbor, 90-year-old
Mary-Jean picks up his mail.
He didn’t want to be seen with a walker and walking to the elevator
was a hardship.
Well, dear ol’ Walter apparently had had enough of life. With his failing
health, he decided that he couldn’t wait for God to take him. Instead, he took
matters into his own hands. He committed suicide.
He shot himself on his deck.
Walter’s next door neighbor Nadine heard a POP sound around 9 p.m.,
but thought nothing of it. She went to bed. The following morning his
daughter came to visit and found her dad on the deck. The ambulance
came to take his body.
I’m not surprised Walter took his life. I don’t know how I will be at his age.
I don’t know what mental state I will be in if my body can’t do the things
it used to do like walk or jog along the beach breathing fresh air and
watching the waves come to shore.
Will I be able to walk my dog?
Will I be able to go fishing (if I ever wanted to do that which is doubtful)
or stretch out my arms and take a selfie?
We have a death once a year in our condo. Life reminds us each day that
we all have our season. A season to be young and restless. A season of
getting old and wrinkly. A season to live and die.
Thank you for opening my eyes to having more compassion for
my aging neighbors.
Remind us that life has its season and growing old
will arrive sooner than expected. Guide us to be
more caring and understanding with our senior citizens.