Old age is a curse

Old age is a curse. I have seen many elderly praying to God not to confine them much to bed before calling them up to meet Him. Most of the people on the wrong side of forty, invariably suffer either from diabetes, blood pressure, heart ailment, kidney trouble or cancer. Pitiable are those amongst them , and their number is multiplying by the day, who are deserted by their offspring in an age when they need their extra care. Obviously, they end up in the Old Homes. The concept of the Old Homes has been now catching up in our culture too.
I am reminded here of an old anecdote. Mr and Mrs Johnson were living a quiet life after marrying off their only son and setting up a separate house for him where he along with his spouse and a son lived. It so happened that Mrs Johnson dies and after her funeral services were over Mr Johnson packs up and was about to shift to an Od Home when his son persuades him to shift instead to his house. Reluctantly he does so as he had promised with his deceased wife that in case she died first he would not stay in his house and would prefer to stay in the Old Home. His son lodges him in a room in his house.
One day he overhears his daughter- in-law telling his son that his father coughs the entire night thus disturbing her sleep and that he also spends too much time in the bath room. One day he again overhears her telling his son that since their kid has now grown up he needs a separate room for himself, therefore, he had better tell the old man to shift his cot to the verandah and vacate the room for him. The old man silently complies with this demand. His son provides him with a new quilt to ward off cold as he was sleeping in the open in the verandah.
Fed up with periodic taunts of his daughter -in-law the old man one day finally decides to leave the house and shift to the Old Home as enough was enough. He starts packing up and wraps up the new quilt also in his luggage . His grandson who was witnessing his grandpa packing up his luggage rushes to his father to tell him that his grandfather has packed up his belongings including the new quilt also . His father tells him not to worry about the quilt and let him go. On this the boy tells his father. No . Give me a scissor. I want to cut the quilt into two pieces. One piece of it can be taken by my grandfather and the other would be kept by me till the day when I will give it you after kicking you out of my house. I am sure the readers would have got the point I wanted to underscore by narrating this story.