What Pope Benedict XVI (85) and Sr. Advisor R (99) Have in Common

“I want to quit, ” Sr. Advisor R’s voice came clearly through the phone early Monday morning around 9:30 am. It was the day before yesterday…a cloudy, gray day with periodic rain falling. I phoned her –basically to double-check that there were no new developments in R’s life that I should be aware of before coming to pick her up for her wound care center appointment at 1:45.

https://i2.wp.com/www.biography.com/imported/images/Biography/Images/Profiles/B/Pope-Benedict-XVI-15045109-1-402.jpg“The Pope is quitting. I want to quit,” she continued. (Obviously she had already read the paper.) She went on saying something like “I understand his not having the energy for all the responsibilities.

“You know I’ve been feeling this way for some time now. I’m tired. I’ve done everything. Helped everyone I can help; given all I can give–financially not that much, but every bit counts– to help people and the charities I know do good right here in town; and I just don’t have the energy for the responsibilities any  more.”

Of course the Pope can quit and basically remain in the environment he knows with people to take care of his needs. R, on the other hand, would need to give up her home and go to a new environment–a senior retirement place, she decided. Why? Because the responsibilities associated with taking care of her home are feeling overwhelming. That said, she wants to research before making any decisions.

At 99 years of age, she’s dependent on certain people, but… The gardener no longer comes when he should, “the grass looks awful.” She’s alway taken pride in her home. Her cleaning lady (R cleaned until 5-6 years ago) leaves dirt in the corners, always wants to talk, no longer does the heavy cleaning; and the man who comes once a week to take care of the shrubs and citrus trees and do small errands has a bad back. R doesn’t know how long he can continue. Plus the weather–it’s supposed to be warm here but this has been a cold winter. Her bones hurt. R tells me I’ll understand about cold weather and bones when I get older.

My thoughts go back to Dad. He died at 94 1/2 (as he liked to tell everyone). Being a far-away-living daughter it was easy to notice that the last year and a half he began to “pull in,” often preferring to sit in his recliner chair alone in the den, reading his favorite (“because they have happy endings”) Louis L’Amour Westerns with the stock market channel on TV as background noise. Having some of my childhood friends (who he’d known almost all my life) visit, was an added stress, added commotion–even though he liked them. And even his granddaughter (age 2) often generated too much energy and noise for him and he turned down offers to have her come and visit.

So what are we saying? People who have aged well can legitimately feel “old.” At different chronological ages (perhaps 65, perhaps 99) they share commonalities. Their energy wanes, former challenges and responsibilities that they handled impressively before, begin to weigh more and more heavily. They have pride. They want to do. Their mind is still good. They may even feel young inside. But they–if they know themselves–realize the need to relinquish certain responsibilities and simplify and/or de-stress  their lives.

We try hard to help parents age well. If we’re lucky, they do and they live well longer. But there can come a time when they feel it’s time to “quit.” For me, who’s a cheerleader at heart, and my dad it was clear (knowing he had no clinical depression) that I needed to stand back–and basically be a loving daughter.

4 thoughts on “What Pope Benedict XVI (85) and Sr. Advisor R (99) Have in Common

  1. Lovely, thoughtful post as always Susan. I particularly like it when you’re able to draw on your life examples and experiences to write – it really adds a dimension to your articles I think. A pleasure to read.

    – Janine

  2. I’m only 76 but I can somewhat relate–at least tonight! I just got home from a full 10-hour day’s work. I do administrative work part-time (20-30 hours/week). Most of the time I work from my home office, but once a week I need to show up at “headquarters”. Today was especially busy–a really crazy day–like so many I pretty much sailed through 10-15 years ago. Now? Not so much! I don’t want to quit (yet) but I can see where some day I might.
    BTW, I’d love to read other readers’ comments, but they don’t appear after the article which is where I rather expected to find them. What am I doing wrong?

    • Appreciate a comment after your very long day’s work. You’re doing nothing wrong, Elizabeth. There are no doubt many who feel like you, but they don’t seem to comment on many of my blog’s comments. Hoping someone else will comment~ Susan

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