This old relic

Who am I?

A relic
An old lady
Loaded with memories
A traveler
waiting her turn
to board the next flight out

Slow
Weary
Confined by this and that
Sometimes loving each moment
on the sofa
with D on one side
and soft furry Smudge
on the other

During the past few weeks we’ve had family members here for my 80th birthday and for Thanksgiving. As wonderful as it was, it was also a reminder that D and I are now in the ‘old age’ department, with most of the exciting stuff happening elsewhere.

Every now and then I wonder why I’m still here, though I love each moment with family members and various pets. What does it mean to be this old? And why do memories of my past keep coming to mind?

When I began blogging, I wanted to work through my past in writing. As a child and then teenager, my perspective was rarely accepted as part of the conversation. Nor did things get easier after I left home for my own life with D and our two children.

Today it seems we’re crash-landing into messes that belittle women, children, and men, and invite us to look the other way as this world falls apart.

What does it mean to be living in times like these? I can’t get this question out of my mind.

Thanks for visiting today.
Elouise

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 4 December 2023
Photo of our family taken Christmas 1971