Friday, April 29, 2011
Old people are beautiful
Now, this is not the first time that I've visited my corner Safeway and observed the white-haired takeover, but in the past, I never really looked at these folks. Yesterday, for some reason, I was drawn to them... a little old man shuffling down the aisles, a few folks gathered in the near the rotisserie chickens, a nice lady slowly looking for the correct coupon. And, they were beautiful. I could visualize their lives in the lines around their eyes and mouth, the years of happiness.... and hurts. I, for the first time, really looked at them. I got choked up because they have something that I'm fearful of never having.... a FULL life. I envied the wisdom in their eyes. The stories in their smiles. For once, I didn't want to be young and naive, I wanted to be old and wise.
I'm sure I'll one day be old and wishful for a young life again. I'm sure this cancer thing is totally kicked, never to return, but.... there is that chance. Always THAT chance and it scares me to death.