thoughts, thoughts
I just wonder if I’d be confined in one of the San Francisco nursing homes when I grow old…or the question should be, would I want to see myself living there until I die in my sleep? Nursing homes are very common to most of the places outside the Philippines. It’s like everybody’s busy enough to care about their aging parents and/or relatives that they just send them over to places such as home for the aged, and the like. Well at least, in the States or in any first world countries, the aged have their own nurses that would at least render service and help for them 24/7. If you’re here in the Philippines, you would just find yourself having pity for those who are in home for the aged because they are not really attended that well. I have once (or I think that was twice) visited a place where these oldies were confined. It is a place where NGO officials are giving them support and not the government. I was with my friends at church then. I remember clearly that most of the oldies really are happy upon seeing us entering the whole place. They were asking us lots of questions about what we do, what interests us and so on. And then, they start telling their stories. Stories that are like the ones you hear or read from your history class and history books. Some of them remember the date or year of the event that happend to them. Sometimes, they even tell you about the love of their lives, the names of their family members, sons and daughters, etc. as if you are that really close or as if you know them too. Remembering the time when we spent the whole afternoon with the oldies, I feel like visiting them once more. But everytime I have the chance, I just become so lazy and decide to not to go at all.