Aging Gracefully

This morning I found my first gray hair.  Seriously, the very first one I’ve seen and I’m fifty-cough years old.  I think I have my parents to thank for that.  Through the wonderful mystery of genes I have this lovely ash blond hair that naturally hides the gray.  (Boy does that sound like a hair color commercial!)  It must be hiding it; there’s no way I have only one!  Hell, I’ve been seeing gray in my eyebrows off and on for years now!  I’ve also discovered that “gray” is open to interpretation.  When I first spotted it in my hand it reflected the light with a gleam, so I’d say it’s more silver than gray.  Silver’s cool.

Lately, I’ve noticed my face looks older too and that’s something I’m willing to live with.  Every once in a while I’ll stand in front of the mirror and play “what if”, pulling back a bit at the sides near my eyes to smooth out the lines.  But there’s no way I’d have anything DONE.  Not only do I have better things to spend my money on, I’ve seen enough hack jobs that I’m so NOT willing to risk it.  Not to mention how stabby I get when I think of anyone coming near my face with a sharp object!  (See what I did there?  Stabby…sharp – come on, work with me here!)

There was a BC cartoon on Sunday that addressed aging gracefully and it seemed like a perfect choice to include here.  However, I haven’t requested permission and in the wisdom that accompanies age, I’m choosing not to violate copyright law.  I’m sure you can find it online if you’re really interested.  (Go here.)  Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’! 😀

I’ll leave you with this (non-copyrighted as far as I can tell) thought:

old grey 2

She’s better!

Hug ’em if you got ’em

I struggled with what to title this post.  “Life is short” was too trite.  “Be thankful” was too preachy.  “There are no guarantees in life” was too something or other.

The real message of this post is to tell those you love that YOU LOVE THEM!  Tell them often.  Make absolutely sure they know.  Do not take it for granted.

This weekend we learned that our next door neighbor’s daughter-in-law had died rather suddenly.  She was a lovely young woman in her thirties, a mother with three young children.  We didn’t really know her other than to nod or smile at in passing when she visited B, but she was always friendly and sweet.  Our neighbor B said DIL had been feeling tired for a couple of weeks. When B saw her the Sunday before last she’d had a headache but said she was feeling better.  The next day she was gone.

The doctor said she’d had an aneurysm as a result of undiagnosed leukemia.  Her last moments were spent in a coma with no evidence of brain activity.  After hearing these details I was devastated for her family.  Under those circumstances they didn’t get a chance for one last meaningful meeting of the eyes; one final “I love you”; one more gentle hug.  I was near tears for the rest of the evening, mourning their loss on more than one level.

Hubs was right there; he knew I was internalizing their grief.  He stroked my hand, nuzzled my neck and generally took care of me till I was able to let it go a bit.  It wasn’t my loss after all, merely a reminder that life is indeed short and none of us should ever forget that.

So … if you’ve got loved ones go hug them!  And keep on hugging them as often as possible.