Monday, February 28, 2011

Life... and death

Keith shared with me this afternoon that he'd found out the mother of one of his school friends had died today. She was 54. My age. She'd been in the hospital for a bit (we don't know why) and passed away unexpectedly today. That information today made me think about a conversation I'd just had with Ron over the weekend.

Senior picture; age 17
 I look at people around me and people I see on the television and I think to myself, "I'm really not that much older than they are... am I?" I look in the mirror and don't really see an "old" person. Not young, of course - but not "OLD" either. My body doesn't feel like it's falling apart (most days) at the seams, but it does occasionally tell me that I'm attempting to do something that it would rather that I did NOT do - such as sitting on the floor for an hour (or less) to sort things, play with the grandkids, or whatever. It tells me the floor is not my friend. Get up. NOW. And then, when I try to get up, it fights me all the way. Pay backs are a ... yeah.

I look at these young stars and wonder how they are going to approach getting older. I see young(er) people that I work with and I distinctly remember being their ages. I can clearly see what I was doing at different stages of my life. My 20s, my 30s, my 40s, and now - my 50s. I see my mistakes so clearly (oh boy, howdy! do I ever!!!) and think that with some of the choices I made, I would make them again. I've even made some of the mistakes more than once.

This is somewhat of a rambling post but the death of Mrs. Murphy (I don't know her name) really puts a WOW! factor in there. People MY age (and younger) are dying of things that I thought of as "older adult" problems - heart disease, aneurysms, strokes, cancer. I found out recently that one of my classmates is very ill with cancer. I don't know what is prognosis is but from what I read on where the cancers are located, I don't think it's a good one.

I don't really think of myself as an "older adult" but, am I?


Sandy said...

No you are not old my friend. I can remember before I got married (like a million years ago) we were out with my future in-laws and the Dad (Jim) said it me, "it's so strange getting older, my body is falling apart but in my mind I still feel like I'm an 18 years old". At the time it didn't mean much to me but I've thought of it often over the years and realized just how true it is. We're all young at heart until the day we die, that I believe is true.

Jimmy said...

Funny how just a while back I was looking at reunion photos and thinking how much my classmates had aged, we don't see ourselves getting older while everyone around us is doing so.

The thing that gets me other than the aches and pains is that the music I always loved is now considered oldies.

It's not that we are getting older, we are just experienced :^)

Bouncin' Barb said...

You go to sleep one night and you just wake up with a little more ache and pain. And then again it happens and again. I so hear you!

Thisisme. said...

No! Teresa, you certainly are NOT old!! I like Jimmy's comments - we are not old, just experienced! It's so very sad when people die so young. I have lost several friends in their 50's, and it really does make you realize just how precious life is.

kneesandpaws said...

It's good that you're not in denial about the realities of life and death, but here's why you're not old:
a. You are overburdened with responsibility.
b. You have enough potential to consider a job change.
c. You take time to be creative.
d. Joints are always the first to show signs of use. (I began to hurt in my thirties)
e. The act of writing is a powerful tool to keep you eternally young.

Thank you for visiting my blog and for the kind comment. I look forward to reading more of your posts as you go forward in the middle side of life:)

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Aging has been heavy on my mind lately, too. I just entered a new decade and it hit me harder than I expected!

Rae said...

Age is just a number. What matters is how you feel inside. We are all getting day at a time.

caterpillar said...

You are as old as you think you are...yeah, the pains and aches will be make their presence known from time to time, but it's how old you are inside that matters...and that's what's going to make you get up off that floor....

That corgi :) said...

with the work I do (transcribing medical reports) I have seen a trend lately (within the last 2-3 years) that there are lots of "young" people out there having strokes and heart attacks in their 40s (I'm 53). It continually amazes me because a few short years ago this wasn't as prevalent. I wonder if it is finally catching up with some in our generation with overweight, no exercise, etc.

I don't think of myself as an older adult until someone reminds me, LOL (like calls me "ma'am" or I realize I'm in the older age group for a church event, etc)


Marla said...

I agree with you completely. I don't feel old so who the heck is the old chick in the mirror?