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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. ----- Original Message ----- From: Charles E Murray <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> 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