Chuck,I know what you mean. My huband died 3/13/00 of CBGD and we were married 55 +
years.  Going on fifth great-grandchild.  ((((HUGS)))) Audrey in Pa.
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From: Charles E Murray <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thursday, May 18, 2000 9:51 AM
Subject: The wake up call


> Has anyone else on the list ever wondered if the aging of our bodies is
> God's way of reminding us we only have so much time to get our mission
> completed?
>
> I  know if it wasn't for mirrors, and now the relatively rapid aging
> effects of PD, I would be surprised each time someone asks me if I want
> the seniors discount.  On this list, with the anonymity of the written
> word, there is little sense of age at all, and I suspect that all of you
> share my lack of personal awareness of age, at least while you lie in bed
> with meds working well.
>
> With each passing year the whole concept of time blurs, and my life takes
> on the character of a big family album.  I need only open to the right
> page and I am looking at my daughters in the crib, instead of standing by
> their sides looking down at my grandchildren in their cribs, Oops, now
> those grandchildren are getting ready for their first date, the page
> turned.  Einstein or someone like that said time is an illusion, a
> construct of our minds, and I've come to agree by noticing that half my
> life went by divided in equal time periods into the time it took to raise
> a family and one trip to the dentist for wisdom teeth extraction.
>
> Pat and I spent yesterday and last night boxing our stuff for the movers
> who come this morning to take us from this three story endurance test to
> a single level home in the senior zoned section of our city (how neat to
> go from being the old folks on the block to the youngsters one last
> time).  By the time we crawled into bed both of us knew our age, but as
> to Parkie, I am grateful to report I made it up and down those stairs at
> least a third as many times as I would have in the past, and I actually
> carried some stuff in the process.
>
> But back to the subject.  This morning I woke thinking (sometime
> dangerous for my well being) that God and my soul must think I need a  4
> alarm wake up call, a loud, obnoxious, and ever present  Road Sign called
> Parkinson's with a message in such big letters that even I can't remain
> oblivious:  "GET ON WITH IT CHUCK."  Wish I knew for sure what IT is
> suppose to be.
>
> Love
> Chuck