On Growing Old
I find it amusing that I'm of an age where if I were to become a famous man of letters, my words would be used in a post such as this. At 60, I'd decided that my life should run its course by the time I turned 85. Anything before that would have to be considered tragic, and anything after that, bonus. I determined that age having watched both my mother, and my mother-in-law, deteriorate after the age of 85; one suffering through arthritis, and the other happily living through dementia. Now, at 64, I ask myself is that the life I want in the twilight of my years? No! 85 'n out, I say!
”Jesus, the anxious hours I used to spend painting absurd Thirties faces onto my faultless 19-year-old skin!” -- we looked like little 19-year-old “aunts” trying so hard to look adult.
Sounds like a fab event!! Great letters as always
If only the event could also be made available to viewers worldwide, streamed online at a cost, for which we could purchase tickets and be sent a link to access!!
I still am not clear about being as old as I am. 73. How can that be? My mind is stuck around 50. I appreciate all the letters here but one has inspired me to write a letter to my great grandson whom I rarely see and hardly know. He's five. I'm going to leave it in with my will and trust and some day maybe he'll get to know a bit about me.