Old age brings with it some undesirable accompaniments, not least of which is some degree of dementia. I recognize that in my forgetfulness, and I have the standard response, I accept it. So do those with far worse cases of it, and I wonder that we do not see many cases of anger.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
…but rage, rage, rage at the dying of the light.
Those lines (Dylan Thomas) depict someone who mourns his loss of action, and wants to deal with it in a decisive manner. We soon learn.
After a full life, possibly even with children and grandchildren, that’s not the way to treat the Lord whom you’ll see soon enough. My present memory may fade, but I still have vivid memories of some loving moments, like the time I got the standing ovation from the football team and students in the MacArthur High School auditorium.