Is there also beauty in aging? I think so, if we can only get over our fear of death and our revulsion over the aging process. Wrinkles, gray hair and all the rest less obvious trappings of age are confusing. The changes that aging bring are horrifying only sometimes, but always astounding in their creeping permanency. Still, the older women I have loved always seemed beautiful to me.
I'm inclined to let age have its way with me. I would put my energy elsewhere, because this is a fight I cannot win.
|My maternal grandmother. I didn't know her but I love the children she raised so I guess I love her, too.|
|My paternal grandmother, one of the best people who has ever walked this earth|
|My sweet mother (big sigh)|