He’d reached that time of life where his sunset hadn’t happened, but he certainly considered he was enduring the dusk stage of life.
His lights were fading but he preferred to think of it as a part of his day to day, he fell asleep more and more, his nights were riddled with sleeplessness and the craziest and scariest nightmares.
At times he wasn’t sure what time it was or whether it was day or night.
His son would often find him at 3 am in the bathroom preparing for his morning shave. His son would point out that there was no daylight coming in through the windows and that his father should still be in bed.
And so the shuffle back to bed would happen.
As each day ended the old man feared the coming of night. His fear stemmed from his not knowing if he would see the dawn.
This was his cycle of life, the revolutions like the length of his days as winter drew nearer becoming slowly shorter.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2018/02/22/thursday-photo-prompt-dusk-writephoto/
So touching…
Thanks Ritu
I aree with Ritu, touchingly written, yet a moment that may come to us all, if we are lucky enough to live long enough.
Yes lucky is the word isn’t it.
I think so.
I’m with Ritu and Sue Michael.
As we age, sleep patterns change so we lose track of the days, not just time in general. Our doctors and policemen look about 10 years old, and that clicking sound in the central heating pipes is actually arthritis in the knees. Some call it the twilight years, but Dusk I think is more appropriate.
A lot of my story was my dad as I cared for him. My clicking is in my hands. Thanks for your comment.
I thought it might be. ❤
Lovely piece Michael.
Thanks so much Iain.
very moving Michael. Sad and a little frightening!
It is I agree. Thanks Penny for stopping by.
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That was a really interesting take on that picture
Sometimes metaphors come in handy. Thanks for stopping by 😀
I remember hearing a nonagenarian on the radio being asked what changes he noted specifically about getting old and he said ‘It always seems to be breakfast’. Pretty much like your hero!
Yes I bet it can seem that way.
This is a very sensitive post Micheal. I enjoyed it a great deal.
Thanks Suzanne, I appreciate your comment
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My parents knew a man like this, a World War Two veteran. He’d get up in the middle of the night and cook breakfast. It was as if he was unstuck in time. I wonder what it is about extreme old age that does this? My Dad has now passed and my Mom’s dementia worsens, so perhaps she will suffer what he was spared.
It was sad watching my dad’s decline. His brain remained sharp right to the end so his physical decline was tough for him as he had been an active man all his life.
A very vivid and sad piece, Michael.
Thanks Robbie I appreciate you stopping by
Nice but a little depressing.
Thanks Kim, that’s getting old for you 😁