Originally Posted by
Rimi
I so appreciate this, Xandergrammy. My mother died when she was 38. She left 7 children aged 16 to 4. I was almost 7. She didn't get to see how her kids fared. What sort of friends they would hang around, the sort of people they could have chosen to date and then marry, the jobs/careers they would choose, the hobbies they would tinker with, the children they in their time would have. Our society says 38 is old, but not when you die at that age.
I have gotten to live 8 years longer than did she. I may (or may not?? who the heck knows) be in perimenopause. If I live, I will experience that when she did not. I will experience the grays, the sagging, the lines, the health issues that come with getting older and then being old. All the not so great things. Ah, but the good things! Being alive! Playing with kittens, walks in the park, watching the sun go down and then up, a great steak, a book that moves one to tears, the dog tearing up the dirty laund--oh, wait, that's a bad one. Ahem, anyway.
It's not all bad. We tend to make things more complicated that necessary, and there are plenty of people out there more than willing to help! Yes, to be more wise, gracious, lovely. That's how I would like to think my mother would have done it, keeping it real. So, I hope I do so as well, for the both of us.
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