My 90-year-old father is curious. He asks questions all day and wonders about this and that. He reads voraciously and keeps copious notes. He writes poetry. Sometimes when he’s sitting quietly, doing nothing, I ask if he’s OK. Invariably, he says, “I’m fine. I’m just thinking.”
Since Dad and I have been living together, we’ve made good use of Google in our household, answering his myriad of queries. I’ve noticed that gradually he became interested in breaking out and exploring cyberspace. And so last week, we went to the Apple store and bought him an iPad.
We’ve started out by teaching him how to Google anything he wants to know. He wakes up every morning, eager to discover an even bigger world out there beyond his outdated reference books.
I’m delighted to see that it’s never too late to take pleasure in discovering something new.
Yours in aging with class,