I walked into a facility this afternoon. The cutest elderly lady was walking the hallway. Forty five minutes later, after visiting my client, she was still walking them.
I stopped. She stopped. “You are adorable. My name is Millie.”
She extended her hand out, “I’m Betty.” I drew her close and gave her a hug. She smelled delicate.
“I think it’s wonderful you walk so much and without any assistance.”
“At this age if I don’t everything gets stiff!” She giggled.
She didn’t say her age. She must be in her 80’s.
“What’s the best part of being this age?” I don’t know why I asked.
She smiled and without skipping a beat, “I’ve lived! Long. It’s been a life. It’s been full. It’s been a privilege. I don’t have to rush anywhere. I’m already there.”
I saw no signs of dementia. She was clear. Strong. Alert. I caught myself exhaling a deep pause. My arms got goosebumps which is a sign of truth and a divine aha.
I hugged her again. She touched my left cheek. I thanked her for the hall pass and class. She smiled. Her eyes twinkled. She kept walking.
I am grateful for living. This long as well. I’ve never been this old. I will never be this young again. It’s a privilege. I’m trying not to rush. Signs keep showing up about slowing down. I have chosen this life. Not settling for anything that makes me cringe. I’m here…Collecting wisdom from halls and angels.