I guess I’ll never be done learning about the promise of being elderly, until I’m done. When I use the term elderly, I mean end of life, the inability to no longer belong to the world on any perceptible level. I think it’s at the point that pleasure disappears that we become elderly. This short clip of a much longer documentary on music and memory offers a road back.
I don’t know how many of these recovery moments are in the actual movie but this one is profound, especially as I recall the little pleasure that Dad had beyond sleeping in a comfortable chair at the end of his life.