Dunkirk NY – I am getting ready to head to Massachusetts later this week. I’m going to my brother John’s house to spend a week caring for my mother while he and his wife take a vacation in Jamaica, I believe. My brother James is a member of the jam band moe., and I believe this is the week where they go down to Jamaica and play for three nights in an all-inclusive resort. John is a big fan, and follows the band whenever he can. So to give him a break, my wife and I go when we can to care for Mom.
Since my father’s death, my mother’s frailty has become more evident. At 89, she has some mild dementia going on. Her moods are darker than I remember, and she is slightly paranoid. She wants very much to be independent, but she is no longer able to live on her own. She can still get around well enough to do a little shopping here and there, but not like in the old days. No driving, of course. She has no evident health issues other than a recent event where she was retaining fluid in her legs. Her blood pressure is better than mine, her eyesight is still good, but her hearing is very diminished. She pretends to read, she watches television (Blue Bloods is her favorite), and she loves the movie Sister Act 2. When I go to take care of her, I can see what’s in store for me. She is only 22 years older than I am.
I often wonder if in today’s culture we are being sold a bill of goods about retirement. I read a lot about retirement finances, simply because we are now living off my retirement savings, and so often the articles are either very positive or very negative. I am either going to lose all my money because of some unforeseen disaster, or die with a bunch of money not spent. Social Security is going to be fixed, or it’s going to run out of money. Volatility in the stock market will cut my savings in half (the money in my savings, after all, is not real. It’s just numbers on paper until I take it out.). And of course, what age will become the “next” age. Will I be hearing at 90 that “90 is the new 75”?
If you were to go simply by the articles and the general upbeat and positive aspects of retirement information, you might be forgiven if you came to the conclusion that somehow you will remain at 90 exactly as you are when you retire at 65. Over the weekend I read this article from the NY Times written by a reporter who is following around a collection of older New Yorkers, all over 93. Three live in assisted living facilities, one remains in his own apartment (he also continues to pursue his career at 96). Two of his original subjects passed away. The article is a good dose of positive and negative news; while health issues for each abound, they are all still mentally fit and, to some extent, continue to be active. But the activity is always slow-paced, something of a struggle, and in most cases, assisted.
Articles like this one and this one attempt to spread the idea that retirement needs to be re-imagined. Yet I cannot escape the feeling that the whole modern zeitgeist around retirement is one that attempts to get people not to think about death. We have always worshiped youth in this country, and have never valued age or wisdom. And increasingly, society is leaving people on their own to develop their own retirement plans to insure financial stability/survival. Businesses are cutting pension plans, states are not fully funding civil service pension plans and reducing payouts to current pensioners, and Social Security is always a political football. Like everything else in this modern era, the advertised image of retirement, as well as the painted ideal of retirement, becomes another “American Dream” to pursue. Have a second career; re-invent yourself; take that European trip; buy that RV and travel America full-time; move to that house in Florida or Arizona. I have yet to read the article that suggests you stay in your home, plant a garden, read, watch a little television, and simply relax. It’s always about going and doing; it’s never about being.
I don’t really yet know what to make of it all. America is a society that has always been on the move, and the consumer capitalist mentality that is at the heart of it all consistently prods us to be more, do more, succeed more. When, I wonder, are we ever done with all that? As I get set to care for my mother, make sure she takes her medication, keep her moving as much as I can, and help her get in and out of bed, I’ll be staring in a mirror showing me my ultimate future should I manage to live that long. It’s that mirror image, I think, that gives me the most anxiety about how to proceed with my own life. Balance, as always, will be essential. The most important concept for me, however, is not to get caught in the retirement hype. One thing I hope I can achieve is not to let the zeitgeist dictate my own approach. Yes, I will travel; yes, I will drive my RV; yes, I will check out Arizona – but it has to be on my terms and in my own manner. All I need to do is figure out what manner that is. -twl
