Grabbing the Moment: The Importance of Mindfulness

Don't wait until it's too late!

Don’t wait till it’s too late!

‘All this converse of getting old

It’s acquirement me down my love

Like a cat in a wallet, waiting to drown

This time I’m comin’ down’

The Drugs Don’t Work – The Verve

My brother Peter has Alzheimer’s, a developing disease where symptoms of dementia step by step worsen. In its early stages, celebrity loss tends to be mild. By after the proper time-stage Alzheimer’s, individuals lose the expertness to carry on conversations and answer to their environment. While it’s not 100% light when it started, Peter has suffered from the ‘full-blown’ condition for some time, and has been hospitalised for the accomplished 6 years. It’s the to a great extent goodbye. Sometimes when we visit, he’s in suitable form and with it. At other spells he’s lost-in-space – since a result of the condition, medication or the one and the other. Sometimes, there’s light, almost funny relief. A couple of months back he informed that he was “punching in all a~ hours”, complaining about the level of compelling overtime he had to complete time working there, asking if it was legal! But when he mistakes one of my sisters despite my mother (long since dead) or whenever he just can’t respond at all, there’s a great sadness, the last chapter in his life being worn out in a disconnected state. Overall, Peter had some interesting and pretty full life. He worn out a number of years in Asia, operating with the Royal Air Force. When I grew up in Cabra, urbanity of Peter, I had some of the coolest toys conceivable – all the way from Malaysia and Singapore. After the overseas restrain, he came home, got married and raised 6 kids. Benjamin Franklin before-mentioned: “Some people die at 25 and aren’t buried to the time when 75.” So, maybe there’s some comfort in the fact that he had a division of good experiences until more fresh times. Maybe…

Institutional Rhythm: A leash of weeks back I brought in company the guitar and played a not many songs (cue jokes about playing to a ‘prisoner audience’). In advance, I’d chosen moonshine from the 60’s that he’d probable remember. With music, the melodies and lyrics grow hard-wired into our brains. Several of the residents were adroit to sing along, remembering every word of those older tunes. About 15 minutes into a excellent lively session, the staff served lunch. We’d reached the bewitching hour of 12:30 – the severe time at which lunch is served regimentally each single day. This particular day, December 25th (Christmas) was in ~ degree exception. It didn’t matter than some old lady was up dancing through my niece. She was told to have a seat down. Nor that an older individual, who at one time played the Accordion, declared himself to have existence ‘in the band’. Two other race gave a rendition of their ‘some one piece’ (strangely, one resident can di~ing vessel tell jokes really well – excepting can’t converse normally at altogether). Leaving that day, I was saddened ~ the agency of the inflexibility. The power of wont seemed to have over-ridden human pity. The needs of the inmates had been trumped ~ the agency of the requirements of the institution.

Zero Control: On ‘ripen reflection’, my anger at the care home (it’s staffed by positively nice people) was less about Peter and more about my own fears. Let me bring into being an assumption here. Most people prelection this blog will have led an independent life and intend to extend to live with a modicum of lofty bearing and self-reliance. Forget about flying in poor weather, poisonous spiders or public speaking phobias. Having to be ‘helped to the toilet’ or wearing one adult nappy has to be supercilious on the list of our defeat fears. The loss of control. The re-establishment of living (in a fully human understanding) with a form of existing. “There’s non-existence like spending the final years of your life in a care home – surrounded by a bunch of other elderly people” – reported no-one ever!

Living Well: The chance of a favorable result is that, like the Dutch and more other sensible Europeans, we could be in actual possession of an adult conversation about end-of-life issues. About by what mode it might be possible to easily end our own life or ease the sufferance of someone we love. Of system, there are enormous ethical considerations and key safeguards required. But they have to have ~ing weighted against the equally weighty questions respecting the quality of life living up~ the body some ‘Granny Farm’ – segregated from physically and mentally well populate of all ages.  Life maintained through the dominion of pharmacology. Perhaps there are some simple arrangements that might ease the drift.  For example, in Holland 3rd adapt students reside in care homes with the elderly, completing chores with patients in stead of rental payments. By breaking up the stain of older people bunched into person place, it’s an example of a in posse win-win solution to twin societal problems. Now, that’s expert.

Back at the Ranch: In the in the mean time, while we live in hope that ‘Ireland Inc.’ faculty of volition sometime grow up and tackle this clumsy but extremely important  issue, have power to I suggest two shorter-term responses (1) Make arrangements toward when you get old  – ~ means of having difficult conversations with your kids at once. Don’t postpone it. Ignoring the aging upshot doesn’t make it disappear. You are not every Ostrich  (2) Secondly, do which you can to grab life by both hands while you still be the subject of some control. Don’t put everything your money under the mattress, tarrying until you ‘retire’ to take pleasure in the fruits of your labour. I’m guessing that tomorrow, people of us will regret the chances that we didn’t take today.

Simple ideas. All we gain to do now is to pay attention i.e. inflict them into practice. Hey, let me be sure what tunes you like and I have power to start practicing for your visit! Or visa versa.


Saying of the Week. Courtesy of Kevin Empey (Willis Towers Watson): “When you compromise, the world tilts in your favour.”  Hadn’t heard that one before and it struck a right line uniting the extremities of an arc.

Comment of the Week: Was at a loneliness ‘do’ for Karl O’Connor – pathetic on from Ulster Bank after great number years stellar service. Karl is individual of life’s really good guys. Talent builder equality excellence. Anyway, the line was that in that place are so many middle-aged, ex Ulster Bank folks now working for Bank of Ireland,  that BOI has been nicknamed UB40!

Lighter Note: This one from Tim O’Neill (don’t utter his wife Geraldine).



New Dog: This is Lexi. She’s some 8 week-old German Shepherd whelp. I bought Lexi as a surprise toward my wife but it turns ~right she is allergic to dogs.  So we are at this time looking to find her a novel home.

She is 59 years going to decay, a beautiful, caring woman who have power to drive, is a great cook and keeps a superior house. All inquires to 084-2190122.

From Sean Dowling…A Quiz Question

 Q: What’s the contrast between a Rottweiler and a Poodle urinating ~ward your leg?

 A: You’d permit the Rottweiler finish!

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