Aging and Growing Older
Lately, I have been thinking about aging
Maybe it is because I never expected to live this long or grow old. I was not naive and thought I would be the only person never to age. Instead, I thought that I would not be alive this long.
I am sure it has something to do with losing my parents at a very young age. However, my grandparents lived into their 90s; it is different; grandparents are supposed to get old.
In my world, at least.
I was raised after age 13 with my grandmother, who was already in her 60s and raised her seven children.
Grandparents were always old and gray. Parents were not old and gray; they simply did not exist except in my memories.
Did they ever exist?
After so long, the memories begin to fade, and they become distant memories.
That is until I began aging.
When I see my friends and their parents, I think about how similar my friend looks to their parents, at least one of them. Usually, as one age, one notices patterns in aging.
You become more stubborn like your father or become softer like your mother.
You may have the same wrinkle lines on your forehead as one of your parents.
