I’ve been following Tom Clausen’s blog recently and he touched on something yesterday that I’ve been thinking about ever since.
What, I wonder, would my parents think about today’s world. What would they think of Donald Trump and MAGA, January 6, Israel and Hamas, rampant immigration, inflation and the cost of living, George Santos and Lauren Boebert, Zelenskyy and Putin, octogenarian Presidents, abortion, global warming, the Supreme Court, mass shootings, gender reassignment, Covid, critical race theory …
My dad died a year before the Twin Towers fell, and Mom a few years before that. I was and am glad they didn’t have to see it. It was enough that they lived through the Great Depression, Pearl Harbor, and World War II. They deserved the relatively peaceful years that followed.
They were lifelong Republicans — the good old-fashioned kind. Conservative but rational, responsible, compassionate, well educated. I’m sure they’d have been horrified by what passes for the GOP today. They were, after all, the Greatest Generation.
And what did they think about more personal things. About aging and growing old. I watched them become fragile and gaunt, move more slowly, adopt canes (Mom’s was clear acrylic filled with pink rosebuds). Did they worry about losing each other and living alone? About Medicare, retirement funds, and the rising cost of groceries? Or what the doctor might tell them at their next check-up? Or if they needed new glasses? They never talked about such things. And I never asked. I should have. I could have learned a lot about growing old. After all, I’ve never been this old before and I have a lot of questions.
Header image: The USS Arizona (BB-39) burning after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor/Wikipedia