"The Cobweb" by my late Grandmother

My grandmother recently pass away. This was found in a notepad at her bedside.

The Cobweb

Sometimes the setbacks of old age
Aches and pains and stiffness and weakness
Tempt me to give up and sit comfortably in my chair
And wait for the end.
But I find that isn’t even all that comfortable.
The stiffness gets stiffer,
The weakness becomes weaker,
The problems become greater.
So I force myself out and do a small job.
I find I feel much better.

I don’t know exactly what I am trying to say here.
But I am thinking of a frail spider and its frail web;
How it clings on in a storm and hangs on.
And how it keeps on preparing its web
Mending it again and again.

Old age is like that.
We need to hang on. We need to keep going
Until God says,
Now is the time you can rest.

While none of us here are 92, I'm sure there's something we can all take from this.