Since my brother Scott passed away unexpectedly at the age of 48 I have come to think of aging in a different light. I'm not afraid of growing old. After all, I've already spent time in a nursing home, used a walker, cane and wheelchair, dealt with chronic illness and had a major break due to osteoporosis.
My throat tightens as I realize I will never get another birthday phone call from my big brother. We would wonder how we got to be as old as our parents. He would tell me all about the latest gadgets and gizmo's. We would talk about politics and his favorite topic, his boys.
I have body parts that are saggy and deflated but my self worth and relationships are growing with age.
I look forward to my golden years filled with travel, laugh lines and grand kids. Birthdays are a gift and a blessing. Aging doesn't scare me. I'm more concerned with living fully. Bring it on.