I’m grateful to be healthy and reasonably fit for my age. And though I’m still a long way from wise, I’ve learned a few things in my 47 years that are worth knowing. But I definitely have issues with aging.
They range from the trivial and vain—hang-ups about gray hair, forehead frown lines, crepey collarbone skin—to that basic, universal fear of death. Not only my own, but the deaths of friends and loved ones. It’s an inescapable fact that the older you get, if you’re lucky enough to get older, the more people you lose.
The losses I’ve already experienced, the sudden deaths and the protracted ones, seem unbearable at times, and of course there are more to come. More joys and new beginnings, for sure, but more losses too. No question that, for me, the single hardest part of getting older is going to be all those goodbyes.
- Susan Maas, Minneapolis