Born. Live. Die. That simple? No. You’re born, an infant dependent for sustenance on others. Grow old, you are fed and clothed and cleaned and put to sleep. But not for all. Some die young. Others live long in decent health until the end. Not everyone grows feeble. Most do. Old age, hospitals, nurses, doctors, psychologists, social workers, rehab specialists, health aides, nursing homes, a panorama. Experts everywhere and a myriad of medical foot soldiers following. Bills everywhere for thousands spewed out. Confusion. The family. What to do? Who to trust? How to afford? Action! Determination! Institutionalization! Worries. Dilemmas. Legal issues too. A Power of Attorney? A Will? Property? Final decisions made by who? Disagreements. Greed. Lawyers. Courts. What becomes of the life of an old woman when it’s constructed on lies and dysfunction like Eloise Tarikie’s life. Tragedy is ensured. How sad, but it can provide this lesson: Beware before it is too late.
