I was in Turners today replacing some ammo I shot over the weekend. There was an old gentleman in there trying to get ammo. Well into his 70's if not 80's. Anyways, they were telling him about the new system and asking if he'd bought a gun recently. He said no, and that it was for his brother who didn't drive anymore. His brother no longer had a license. They were explaining the system to him telling him he had to go to cfars online. I bet this old guy didn't even have a computer. He just left in frustration.
I've been kicking myself since then for not approaching him and offering to help. In these strange times we're in, I imagine just having a box of ammo for some old relic they have sitting around would provide them with some peace of mind, some comfort. But what if this was for a Dr Kevorkian kind of situation.
So it got me thinking, how old is too old? I tried to imagine myself at that age, in that situation. Even when my old hands can barely hold my gun up, I'd still want it close by. But what about dementia and Alzheimer's? At what point does someone say no more for you? What is that process like? Especially if there is no family close by.
Have you planned for this part of your life?
I've been kicking myself since then for not approaching him and offering to help. In these strange times we're in, I imagine just having a box of ammo for some old relic they have sitting around would provide them with some peace of mind, some comfort. But what if this was for a Dr Kevorkian kind of situation.
So it got me thinking, how old is too old? I tried to imagine myself at that age, in that situation. Even when my old hands can barely hold my gun up, I'd still want it close by. But what about dementia and Alzheimer's? At what point does someone say no more for you? What is that process like? Especially if there is no family close by.
Have you planned for this part of your life?

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