i went to visit my habojee today and it made me really happy that he lives so close that I can see him whenever I want. He's a really lonely man and his typical days consist of either watching tv and sleeping or going to the woodbine racetrack to watch horses just walk around. He's almost 90 yet he's still walking around and has better lungs than my mom. not to mention he can talk louder than her too hehe. His hearing is going and claims that he's going to die soon, but he's a pretty stubborn man so he's got a couple more years left in him :)
But today, I learned that all his close friends have already passed away and he hangs out with people who are at least 10 years younger than him. Of course, he could be exaggerating, but I could tell he hates how he's aging alone. I told him how a lot of people don't believe me when I say he still goes out and takes the ttc despite his age and how he quit smoking cold turkey. I think that made him a little proud of himself leading him to laugh about how he used to be quite the hotty back in the day and quite the athlete.
As i was driving back home, I realized how scared I am of growing old. I'm so scared of growing old by myself too, but to be honest, I think it's a feeling that's both dreading but excited at the same time - if that makes sense. I know that when I get old, it'll be fun if there's my dear friends around and we just sit around talking.
I went to work this week and one of my patients almost missed her appointment because she was having a 3 hour lunch with her friends. I want that to be me! I want to grow old with my friends and drink tea and bake and reminisce about the days when we worried who we'd marry or about what we'd do after we graduated.
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