Peace at the last

My mother has often observed that in old age, people become more of what they already are. The angry get angrier, the calm, calmer, and so forth. I thought of her words on a recent visit to a nursing home.

I can see why some people avoid communities of the elderly. There is something disconcerting about a group of people in need of aid, especially when we know that those people were once just like us. Personalities among them are just as distinct as anywhere else: the funny one, the smart one, the chatterbox. Also the angry one, the needy one, the bully.

As a silly, tortured adolescent – a gaping vacuum of neediness and a spouting fountain of noise, my only goal in life was to mature. I didn’t dream of wealth or love. What I wanted was inner peace, charm, and calm. I wanted to know when to shut up, and to be able to do so. I wanted to be liked because I was helpful and supportive, and I wanted to not need admiration or attention.

My experience at the nursing home prompted me to contemplate mortality (not uncommon for someone with my temperament) and those goals from my youth were what came to mind. I have achieved many of them and have replaced them with new goals, such as self-possession and faithful trust. I may need these qualities at any time, but I will surely need them when facing death, which I pray will be many years from now,

It may happen that someday everything else will be gone and I will be old and alone. All I will have is myself, and I want to be able to live with myself. In some way, there is always a part of me preparing for that time.

I pray for companionship in old age. I pray for self-sufficiency. I pray for a gentle end. None of those things are in my control. But my own inner calm, my faith that drives out fear, these are qualities I can surely grow. There is no time to waste in developing the virtues we need. It’s easy to put it off, to run away from the reality of the traumas that put our faith to the test. ignoring the future is not worth the risk.

When I am suffering, when I am alone, when I am helpless and a curiosity to visitors, all I will have left is my training in virtue. Perhaps old age isn’t our decline, it is the final act of our “becoming”. When I get there I’ll let you know.


May He support us all the day long, till the shades lengthen and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and a holy rest and peace at the last.
. – John Henry Newman

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4 Responses to Peace at the last

  1. Jacque says:

    Just what I needed to read today as my grandparents move into assisted living. I always love reading your blog!!!

  2. Rob Cortegiano says:

    Thanks. I have two connections to this as I read it tonight. One, when I was home for dinner tonight, I was “counseling” my mom about her back problems and how to find the courage to face a possible surgery. It scares me to watch my parents grow old. Second, I used a John Henry Newman prayer on my 7th grade retreat today:

    God has created me
    to do Him some definite service;
    He has committed some work to me
    which he has not committed to another.

    I have my mission —
    I may never know it in this life,
    but I shall be told it in the next.

    I am a link in a chain,
    a bond of connection between persons.
    He has not created me for naught.
    I shall do good — I shall do His work;
    I shall be an angel of peace,
    a preacher of truth in my own place
    while not intending it,
    If I do but keep his commandments.

    Therefore I will trust Him.
    Whatever I am, Ican never be thrown away.
    If I am in sicknes, my sickness may serve Him;
    in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him.

    He does nothing in vain;
    He knows what He is about.
    He may take away my friends,
    He may throw me among strangers,
    He may make me feel desolate,
    make my spirits sink,
    hide my future from me — still.

    He knows what He is about.

    • felicemifa says:

      Yes. I love that passage. I had forgotten about it until I went looking for the “peace at the last” quote. I didn’t find the whole thing though, so thanks for leaving it here. Sorry to hear about your mom’s back problems. I’m with you on the fear of watching parents age. It comes to us all though, or most of us at least.

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