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Unsafe Driving: Starting a Discussion with an Elderly

Driving is a very important aspect of our lives here no matter which country you come from. Most of us, if not all, are equipped with this skill so we can carry out our errands and go to work more conveniently. Because of this, when our driving skills get hampered by whatever reason, it can be devastating to our emotions. Imagine this for your elderly loved one when they suddenly encounter events that make driving unsafe for them. The emotional impact of learning how driving is no longer safe can affect your aging loved one’s confidence. While there are exceptional providers of transportation services that can be safe travel options, your loved one still needs to be informed when driving is already unsafe for them. With that, here are some tips to help you start a comfortable and respectful discussion. ·          Select a time and day when your loved one is in a great mood. At this point, they may be open to discussing the subject of unsafe driving. ·          Always
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Senior Hair Care: Tips for Caregivers

Are you the primary caregiver of your aging loved one? You could be  concern ed with a lot of aspects about their wellbeing. Even simple activities , such as caring for the hair , can now seem challenging due to their aging condition. Yet, even simple activities as hair care can already improve their wellness. To encourage you in helping your aging loved one do make this matter seem lighter, consider these helpful tips on senior hair care. 1.     Be Cheerful When you’re attending to your elderly loved one’s hair, strive to keep a cheerful attitude no matter what happens. When you’re fixing their hair, you might hear or experience unpleasant reactions from them. When this happen s , maintain your cheerfulness. A positive attitude is contagious and your senior loved one will eventually feel relaxed. 2.     Do Simple Styles As the caregiver, aim for the comfort and convenience of your senior loved one. Select simple hair styles especially those that they prefer. Your
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The Last Pair of Pants

"Come on! Buy me! Buy me!” The light gray pair of pants called out to the elderly man with a cane, who was intently inspecting every clothing that was hung in that corner of Men’s Essentials store.   It was almost dusk, and the pair of pants had been depressed the whole day.   He was just told by his seller that if he won’t be purchased on that day, he would be put on discounted sale.   He never liked to be put on sale because he knew what it means – his value just depreciated. “You’re going to be one splendid pair of slacks! The president of any nation would be glad to wear you!” He remembered his Tailor telling him, as he smoothened every edge of his cloth, and slowly handled the machine to tie up his loose ends.  And oh how he believed his Tailor so much!  He trusted him with his every fiber; that he had been made into a unique and comfortable pair of pants every man would love to wear.  But it’s already a year since he was put on display on Men’s Essentials , and stil
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#GugmaPaMore

Sometimes, or perhaps most of the time for most, when love has not been reciprocated, remember this: It’s ok.  Love isn’t meant to be reciprocated.  It’s meant to be given and received by the recipient. That’s all.  The reciprocation is only icing on the cake.  Without it, love still is worth celebrating simply because in itself, love is good.  So many heartaches could have been relieved if we only truly embrace and live out this truth. Ang laing version kay.. It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. #GugmaPaMore
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Speaking of Moving On

Well, speaking of moving on, I’m sure that for some of us, the phrase “move on” is such a hard pill to swallow, right?   It’s so easy to say we have to move on, but the actual experience of moving on is not automatic.  There’s the part where you’ll have to go over memories that hurt you.  There’s the part that you have to swallow your pride and admit that it’s over; swallow your pride and accept that you also played a part in that heartache.  There’s the part that you have to cry and cry again because it just hurts so much.  There’s the part that you look down on yourself and drown in self-pity, and crave for someone to affirm that No, you’re not what you think you are.  And there’s the part that you have to repeatedly confess forgiveness…forgiveness for yourself, and forgiveness for the other person.  Can you relate with this?  That’s what happens when people tell you "move on", or when you have to pick yourself up and say, I have to move on.  But wait, friend, ther
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THE FLIGHT: a short story

Alone.     The pink kite flipped right and left, back and forth, as it sailed through that breezy afternoon, above my favorite trees.     Later on, it wouldn’t be seen anymore, because the night is catching up with the sun amazingly fast.   “Hey kite!  What are you doing up there?  You seem to be going nowhere!” I called out to it.   “I don’t know!”  It called back.  “I was just enjoying the strong wind, you see.  My little friend was just happily pulling on my strings, and I’m not sure what happened next!”   “Oh! Your strings are cut!” I shouted back, now sounding alarmed as I noticed the dangles following the kite.  “You’re going to be lost!”   “I know! I know! And I’m afraid!  I have no idea where I’m going!”  The pink kite is not really that near, but somehow, I can sense its voice quivering.  Maybe it’s crying?  Out of fear?  It’s getting farther from me, so I just ran after it.   “Don’t be afraid! Don’t worry, I’ll help you!”  I tried to extend my comfort, as
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HETTY: a short story

“Hi! My name is Hetty!”   A fair-skinned beauty sits primly on a small table while mustering all her effort to extend her right arm, as if to receive a handshake.  Her curly white hair which attractively adorned her head lay loose.  She’s wearing striped jumper shorts that matched her plain, white, collared shirt, which supposedly were to attract attention.   But they did not.   “Hi! I’m Hetty!” She called again to a pigtail-haired girl, who was grinning with her two front-teeth missing, and pointing at her while tugging at her mom’s hand.  Well, the mom just dragged her away, unmindful of her fading smile and teary eyes.   “Sigh! I guess I’m going to stay here forever.  Oh! I hope not!”  Hetty sadly bowed her head.  She looked around her, and saw the other stuffed dolls beside her.   “I know I’m better than them!”  She said to herself.  “Look,” talking to nobody in particular, “only I have these white curls!  Only I have this fair skin!  I’ve even counted hundreds of
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