Welcome . . . decrepitude?

I recently completed 75 years of being alive. Not such a big achievement by itself: all it took was being born and making the best of the odds that came my way. An online calculation of my life expectancy (born where and when, plus such factors as smoking, drinking, exercise, stress, relationship status) gives me a 50% chance of dying at age 82.6 — approximately 91.2 months, 2736 days, 43,776 day-time hours from now.

Who knows what lies ahead?

According to the Buddha [1], “. . . there is old age when there is decrepitude, broken teeth, gray hair, wrinkled skin, the dwindling of the life force, and the decaying of the sense faculties. This is called old age.”

What’s to be done in light of acheing joints and vanishing libido?

“Tell me what else I should have done. / Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?”, asks Mary Oliver [1], “Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?” (emphasis added). Here she reads the poem in full:

According to the Canadian Vanier Institute of the Family [3] —

“The public (and often private) avoidance and denial of and silence around death – and our fear of death resulting from the lack of experiences with dying – have allowed a range of myths and misconceptions to flourish. …

“While we might all hope to live forever, the fact remains that we will all die. No matter how active, healthy and vibrant we may be, death will still come. Only if we face the realities – as opposed to our desires and assumptions – can we prepare for the demographic challenges that lie ahead. Only then can we prepare for our own deaths and those of the people we love.”

To assist you and me in facing said realities, I’ll be using the next few posts to explore ways of preparing for our own demise. Please join the conversation at any time — your comments, questions, and concerns are welcome. May we learn from each other.

“We’re all just walking each other home.”
~ Ram Dass

 


image: Pablo Picasso, “Self-portrait” (1932).
[1] Holder, John J. (2006). Early Buddhist Discourses. Hackett, pp. 51.
[2] Oliver, Mary. (1992). “The Summer Day.” New and Selected Poems, Vol. 1, Beacon Press.
[3] Arnup, Katherine. (2018). Family Perspectives: Death and Dying in Canada. Full text online.

2018-09-17T18:05:54-07:00June 11th, 2018|5 Comments

5 Comments

  1. Melanie 12 June 2018 at 13:34 - Reply

    I always remember and smile on June 8 from your “aging” Metropolitan Art birthday book. Wishing you a very happy and healthy belated birthday Peter!

  2. Danielle Ronin 12 June 2018 at 14:11 - Reply

    Thank you Peter for this loot bag of a post!

    Looking forward
    To dying
    With you all.

    Surprised to see Picasso was ~50 when he painted that self portrait.

  3. Anne 12 June 2018 at 15:31 - Reply

    “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
    For me, that’s a question worth asking over and over, every morning and every night.
    Am I living each day to its fullest? Am I moving in the direction that is right for me?
    Regardless of how many more days I may see on this earth.
    Thank you Peter,

  4. sue schaefer 12 June 2018 at 15:40 - Reply

    Decrepitude, dying, death … all ‘d’ words, hmmm
    Here’s to celebrating life and breath until we croak!
    Happy belated birthday mein freund and fellow gemini. sue.

  5. Nancy McPhee 12 June 2018 at 15:54 - Reply

    ah, Peter, how does one learn to embrace decreptitude? Look forward to reading more…

    happy birthday, rainfall of blessings for your new year

    nx

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