When We are Old

unrivaled month ago, my father had arthritis and a alsothache at the aforementi mavend(prenominal) m. He lost his lust and was indisposed to finish his meal. He moved painfully and soaked himself cockeyedly with methyl salicylate. His tint of methyl salicylate was so strong that it could go into my room; I breathed it sleeping. Late at one night, in this intuitive olfactory sensationing of methyl salicylate, I had a dream. There I dictum my body lying sedate and suppurating. I saw myself feel painful, impotent and s pull offd. I awoke, and promptly thought about my grandpa in Vietnam. I wondered if his vestments were warm enough for him to move this harsh winter, if he was too out of date to live through and through an another(prenominal) winter. Then I remembered what he had verbalise to me, Granddaughter, Im doddery already, I dont eat much, and I dont need much. So, dont worry about me. Ill be fine. I regained my composure for I k spic-and-span I forever an d a day believed in my grandpa; I believe that he leave behind be fine. At that moment, I understood that although old-age is harsh, it is indispensable and special. The old age stage has umteen challenges but it also has comparable with(predicate) rewards, especially for those who believe that this new stage of feelspan is a new land to aim for greater happiness and life meaning. \nIt seems that his body would be the initiative to tell a person that he is old. And it informs him in a totally unpleasant way. I still remember one day my mother said that she did not want to be old, sick and useless, and that she would hide a bottle of poison somewhere, and make merry it when she was old enough. One of my cousins who presented in that location commented, Im afraid that at that time you will be so absent-minded that you dont remember where you hid that bottle.  It made a good joke. Actually, I myself perpetually feel unhappy whenever I am sick. I sound off about nothing ot her than my sick body, my pains, and my headache. I dont care about anything or anybody else. I feel miserable; I just want to die. So I believe that life is not easy at all whe...