I'm 45 and a cancer survivor. My body still feels young. Even after all it's
been through. Well, except I've started jogging, which feels great when I do
it, but seems to be wreaking havoc on my knees and back. So, I think I might
go back to skating, which, unlike a certain JMDLer, I actually do - honest!
(Hi Jimmy...)
So the alternative to getting older is to be dead. I don't think it's the
BEING dead that's so bad, it's getting there. The universe should have a
rule - you should never see it coming. THAT's the really sucky part. I think
after I'm dead whatever is left of me will be happy. I won't just feel the
wind, I'll BE the wind. I won't be on the water, I'll BE the water.
Even though she's been gone a year and a half, I think my mom still sends me
messages. During tough times, I see things that are unusual - like antique
boxes from the chocolate factory that was turned into condos that she lived
in. Or a truck from the nursery where she used to buy plants -in a
completely weird location. It's like she's trying to tell me she still
cares. So, thank goodness, love doesn't die.
To Paz and Jimmy - sorry about your losses. Let the love live on.
lots of love
Anne
