My parents are gone, as are all of my aunts and uncles. I felt very sad when my father's youngest brother died last year, because it was truly the passing of an era.
Now I'm entering the ranks of the old folks. I think about how my granddaughter will never know my mother and father, her great-grandparents.
Yesterday I was feeling very tired and achey. It was raining all day, I worked hard on a difficult task for six hours, and I limped home feeling old, old, old. I looked in the mirror and noticed how my chin sags into my neck, how my hair has thinned and become gray, and how grim my facial expression was because I was feeling so tired and worn down.
Poor me! I called up my son and told him I was feeling blue about getting old and fading out. I asked him to say something that would make me laugh, and he did. It wasn't really what he said, but how he said it. I now thank God that he gave me such a funny, irreverent son, but when he was an adolescent--oh brother! I wasn't so thankful then for having a smart-aleck kid.
Aging isn't for the faint-hearted. I think it takes a lot of grace and humility, because what was really bothering me the most yesterday is my vanity.








