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You're Not Getting Older, You're Getting Better- Nah, You're Getting Older, Too:P - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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You're Not Getting Older, You're Getting Better- Nah, You're Getting Older, Too:P
Two appointments bookending my workday today. One, a bankruptcy hearing for a guy in his 70s. He last filed in 1974.  He was punctual, thorough, a pleasure to deal with- and emotionally wrecked from having to go through it again.  It's a sentiment I rarely see in the people who come through this legal wringer. Particularly the ones who aren't paying (or paying much) out of pocket for it- they seem to have a sense of entitlement about it.  This guy was pleased and appreciative about how quickly and painlessly it went for him. He also confided some non-financial things that I'd be worried about, too- but those I can't help with.

Then, one of my only will clients came back in, for an update from a few years ago. Also punctual, thorough, a pleasure to deal with.  You could feel the happiness in her as she increased bequests to dear friends and still left her remaining relatives with financial evidence of a life well lived.

These experiences come as I see or read about an increasing number of people- some we know, others, quite a few in fact, the aging parents of friends- who are facing the ends of their days.  It finally occurred to me today: Eleanor and I are way ahead of this curve, since both of us, youngest in our families, were born when our parents were already in their 40s.  We've been through the losses already- our fathers early on, eventually our mothers.  Now it's the friends who had the younger parents growing up in the 1960s and 70s who are having to endure it.  Some are experiencing great catharsis after extended periods of grieving and letting go. Others seem more accepting as it happens, perhaps blessed because it is happening more quickly for their older generation. Still, as I told one of them today- it's never easy. The medicine, the technology, even the medications are better for the patients, but that doesn't change how the kids feel, or what they will miss.

I share my sorrow for their losses- but I also hope that, in time, they will understand that they haven't lost them competely- that so much of the good of that Greatest Generation still lives on in us- and, for those of us so blessed, in our own kids.
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