For my mother and her generation, to help cross the fog of isolation
This is the spring of 2020. A strange and sad time for the world. A virus has passed through towns, cities and countries, across seas and across the room. More quickly, and more fatal, than the imagination of leaders and neighbors? One solution to protect a loved generation of elders, at highest risk, is to isolate ourselves—to isolation you all. It is most hard to miss the morning walks, the line dancing, sharing a drink or a book. We miss our grandparents and grandkids alike. But remain vigilant and safe. Practice social distancing and wear a mask in public. We love you all and wish you many more years of shared memories. We will get through this.
My mother is in her eighties, my father of ninety-one passed away a few years ago. She is doing well, though isolated. That is the hardest thing. I thought that as I help to brighten her day, that others may share in that, too. Not a huge gesture, a small smooth stone in the pocket is all. I hope this site introduces you to explorations and stories across the internet, to connect with friends somehow, and share inspirations to cross the fog of isolation. I have humble intentions, but this comes from the heart.
Why “Opti.genarian” you may ask? It is a playful merging of optimism and -genarian, with the hope that we may all enjoy a more hopeful and happier senior years.
This is as new to me as it may be to you, so feel free to leave comments and suggestions of what you would like to see/hear more of and possibly less of. Post or share a story or image or quote that can lift someone else. If there are resources or ways that you may need assistance or an ear to listen to, please be honest and I will respect your privacy as we try to help.
You are living treasures. You are the roots of the tree that our children swing from. You hold the stories to teach the young, for the grown children to take heed, and as a glowing chain of hands across this fog of isolation. Enjoy.
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
