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We posted this a few weeks back but just for new visitors to the site I wanted to post again.

Today, there are 35 million senior citizens living in America. In about twenty-five years, that number will more than double, to about 71 million. Surprisingly, nobody seems to realize that our country will have to do something with all of these people. Ancient civilizations treated their elderly as kings and pearls of wisdom. Eastern cultures follow a similar pattern: Japan has their own ‘Old Folks Day’.

But not us.

Nursing homes, assisted living facilities, and even so-called elderly resorts are everywhere. ‘McAging Homes’ have amassed across the country to become a multi-billion dollar industry. As the baby boomer generation now reaches their golden years, this trend will only grow.

Sometimes statistics and growing problems are treated like an economics test: we evaluate the dilemma and properly allocate the necessary solutions. However, what happens when we personalize this issue? After all, we are talking about our parents, our grandparents, our friends, and eventually, ourselves. We are talking about a generation that made us, and the world we live in, possible.

It's no secret that we're all getting older. The inevitability of aging looms over us every time we admire youth, worry for an elderly relative, or even look in the mirror. However, we know very little about the thoughts and minds of the older population of our nation. Sure, we've heard about their great achievements historically, their healthcare wars, and their politics, but how often do we look deeper into their individual lens? How often do we ask questions about their inner most thoughts: the things that make them tick? Not so long ago the senior citizens were asked all kinds of questions; they were the voice that led new generations into the future. It seems we've learned to feel bad for the elderly; as if life is over for them, and they've entered into a period of demoralizing waiting. Should we feel bad? Are they numb? What triggers their nostalgia? What do they have to offer younger generations? And, how do they feel about life after life?

On May 30th, 2005 I moved into an assisted living home called Harbor Place. I played bingo, hung out in the courtyards contemplating the golden years, and even helped fellow neighbors change their oxygen tanks. However, unlike Bill (age 80) or Tammy (age 96), I was only 19 years old.