Don’t ask, Will I always be me or will I change?
Will I realize when I do not recognize myself or you?
Will any decline luckily be stopped short so I’ll not need to worry anymore?
To be able to do everything I always did, albeit more slowly, is a constant concern.
Not to be relying on the kindness of relatives, friends, or strangers, another.
I pray harder, harder to live independently all the countdown to that buzzer.
Anyway, you know, any of these answers is unknown until it’s answered.
I often wonder if these fears are magnified for a solo traveler?
That’s another question I believe I should stop asking.