View from on Stilts

I wonder what it's like for a couple to wander through the last legs of life together.

I saw one today. Man with cane. Woman holding on to man. Who needed the balancing?

What do they think of as they sit together in their apartment. Their energy is spent by noon. What do they say to each other? What is their relationship like? Do they feel that warmth for each other? Could they be caught up in their own troubles? What would it be like to see your life partner sitting across from you at mealtimes, knowing they were a few short years, or even less, away from taking a break from it all? How sad I find that realization to be. How quickly all things have gone. How soon things pass. And the way it was. That will always remain. And if they search, perhaps they can still remember. Their first meeting. All the things done right and wrong. All the triumphs, all the sadness, even the hurt. And now back it comes. All went well. I know a man who's lost a son and mourns for him every day. A life dedicated to another life that was. What honor there is in that! Do we remember all the times? How we seek to relive them! So we learn to stay in the moment. And take things sense by sense to remember them best. To live fully in what is now. To stand at this very moment in time and be proud of who we are, who we've met, what we've become.

And then it will all fade gladly from our thoughts.

A leap into the wind taken from our minds as our old eyes close. And then we've truly made it.