A lot of people have a problem with the word “old.” I’m trying to change that, one blog post at a time. Seems to me “old” has so many negative connotations, we don’t stop to look at the positive. Like the fact we’re still here. The physical slippage, well, that’s the price we pay for sticking around. All that sun, you know. Dry air. Chemicals.
On the other hand, you know what they say. Old beats the alternative. Consider yourself blessed.
My condolences to the families and loved ones of the people we lost this month. And for the rest of us, we bow our old gray heads and count our blessings.