Greetings my dear young and not so young friends. I hope you are in complete well-being.
As always our friend @emiliorios leaves us an interesting initiative, in which I could not help but participate, related to the topic of loneliness and acceptance in the stage of old age.

Acceptance and Loneliness - The Longevity Revolution III - Seventh Day Initiative 15

Old me?

If reaching almost 60 is being old, well, I am and what's the problem. Relax, no problem yet, thank God. However, I am starting to feel the old age treatment. I never thought of injecting I don't know what in my face or lips or putting I don't know what on my buttocks and breasts or putting on I don't know how many kilos of makeup to look younger, relegating the internal and external beauty that for me is the most important thing.
But I confess that I do fear the loss of autonomy and economic independence; at that point I say "I am old". Why do I talk about myself and not about my parents? Well, because my parents passed away years ago. My mother died 37 years ago and my father passed away 16 years ago; however, in their respective situations of illness they were cared for in a timely manner and with the dedication they deserved. My mother left us in her 47th year and my father passed away at the age of 69.
In my journey through life I have seen many old people alone for whatever reason and others being tossed from one place to another because no one wants to be responsible for them. That's the detail I'm afraid of. Not being able to fend for myself. Loneliness and wrinkles don't scare me.

So, what would I like my old age to be like?

I guess the way old people want it to be. When I can't handle my body anymore because everything gets heavy and walking slow, I wouldn't like to feel like I'm a burden that's hard to hold and not like I'm an old doll that has to be put in a display case so it won't break. I would like to be treated like my father and uncles were with my grandmother.
My grandmother was treated like a queen until the end. Always with love and respect; her children obeyed her. I remember when it was time to go to the market, they would take her and give her money to do her own shopping. In the house, I remember her in the kitchen, I think that was what she liked the most. If she felt any discomfort, she was taken to the doctor. She was a very important person in the family.
Well my dear friends, don't forget your old people. Love them and take care of them as they deserve; they are the children now.