HW 27

My great grad aunt is 94 years old, and for the past several years she's been getting slower and slower, when she walks or cooks, or anything she used to do normally but now at a slower paste, but it's obvious that she's aging. When i talk to her she always gives me the same answer "I'm living, but my body is getting weary, but what can you do?" which to me is an honest answer to saying I know I’ve been around for a long time, but i don't know how much longer i have. My great grand aunt reminds me of Morrie a bit from Tuesdays with Morrie accepting that they don't have a long time left, but instead of thinking of death, they both enjoy the moments they have/had while still living, and mentoring people who are younger than them. Over the years I’ve gotten close to my great grand aunt and every time we see each other we talk about things in life, friendships, relationships, family history and I've learned a lot. Because of my grandaunt i realized life has not changed much, when it comes to conflicts and situations. As a child I’ve always had this stigma of old people being in the same category as people with autism, because they we're almost useless in our society, but not in a bad way but as if they've always been old, even though i knew we all get old, but I judged based on what i saw at that present time. When i speak to my grandmother and she talks about her life as a teenager and other times in her life like her marriage and etc. I realized two things, she's been around for a long time, and that I’ll probably someday be that age talking to my grandchild or someone younger than me influencing and lecturing them about moments of my life, and they'll realize that life is a constant flow of moments, and that people go but life keeps going. Getting closer with my great grand aunt made me realize that when the day comes I'll be hurt and miss her because I got to know her, and talk and sit down and see them. This year there's been a few deaths, which has been a turning point in my life, because before that i never heard of any deaths and if i did it was no one i knew so i felt bad for their families but didn't know what to think. A couple of months my good friends father died, 3 days after i hung out at his house, and when i saw his father i shook his hand and said a few words to him and he was fine, and three days later he died during a business trip to brazil from kidney failure. And that struck me, because i actually spoke to the man, and felt him is what made it almost unreal, because I had literally just seen him, and to hear like that how someone can just die is what made me realize that life is fast paste, sometimes things can hit hard. And if that can happen to my friends dad than it can happen to anyone when one day, someone dies without any warning, but at the same time that experience with my friends dad somewhat go me ready for the unexpected.