Bad news. Mimi, my former neighbor, cancelled her visit.
The powers that be convinced her traveling in the cold was a bad idea. Let me just say, they were wrong. She’s such a hardy soul, for starters, who could certainly still get on a bus for a few hours to be met by friends.
Frankly, I feel they were afraid, once she got here, she’d want to stay.
It’s her longtime home after all, who could blame her.
No one seems to be all that concerned about her mental state since she moved into her assisted living complex.
Posh as it is, Mimi is depressed, and after speaking with her twice a week for the past 6 months since she left, it was the first time I heard joy in her voice. I totally get the concept of sheltering the elderly, but this is what I know.
Sometimes we shelter too much.
My grandfather, who I adored, was the male version of Mimi. Sharp, spry, right up to the time his doctor said, Pop, you’re in your 80s, you need to slow down.
You never saw anyone decline so fast not being able to live his life fully, going downhill at the speed of light, dying shortly after.
Mimi is still very vital. Clipping her wings this way is the worst thing for her spirit that still has the capacity to soar.
When she told me she was playing Bingo, I thought, that’s like taking Annie Oakley for pony rides.
From my own personal experience doctors aren’t always right. They told me because of my hearing loss, I shouldn’t work anymore, should go on disability. Oh yeah, ya think? As I capably, almost 4 years later, continue to work.
In Mimi’s case, she handed over her freedom much to easily, much too quickly and much too early.
I so wish I had a say and could fight for her, but alas, I do not.