The worst thing about getting older

I decided what the worst thing about getting older is. Too many people I am sure it is a slew of things like: Wrinkles, weight issues, not feeling sexy any more, lack of energy, aches and pains, blah, blah, blah...



All of these things in our day and age can be "fixed" one way or another. For wrinkles there's Botox, face lifts, all kinds of over the counter stuff. To lose weight, there's tons of diet drinks, pills, foods, etc. Or here's a concept - don't eat as much and exercise! This remedy can also fix the "not feeling sexy anymore", the "lack of energy" and the "aches and pains" issues.



Yeah, it sucks to have to actually work at it, but how important are your looks and health to you? Besides, the number one reason I feel is the worst thing about getting older has no remedy. It's just the way it is. Like it or not, there is no stopping it.



So what is it?



It is the people you love dying on you. Since I turned 40, I have lost my grandparents, my aunt and my two uncles. By 45 I lost another beloved uncle, my wonderful father and my dear, I miss her so much I sometimes can't stand it, mother.



Anyone who has lost thier parents knows the empty place that enters your heart and takes up permanent residence there. It aches far worse than any physical pain. It is like a part of you is missing and you realize that absolutley nothing is going to be the same anymore without them here on earth with you. There is no pill or surgery or exercise that will stop the inevitable from happening. It just is. In fact, the only thing that makes it bearable at times is Faith that they are in a better place and we will see them again. Also, I can still here my father saying "As a parent, you don't raise your kids to fall apart when you die. What a waste that would be!"



He's right of course. I tell that to my kids now and they say the same thing I used to say to my dad, "Well, you're not going to die anytime soon. So we don't even need to discuss it now."



I used to wonder which would be worse, getting that horrifying call that someone you love has died suddenly or watching someone you love dying from an illness with no cure. I have now experienced both and my conclusion - they both are worse, just in different ways.

Why am I blogging?

This is my first blog. It took me so long to set up the whole thing that I am out of time to actually write something meaningful. But tomorrow watch out! I live a very, exciting and adventurous life so I will have plenty to write about in the coming days...but right now I have to decide what I am making for dinner.