My husband has enviable genes on both sides of his family: they maintain full cognitive powers to the end of life. We still have his mom (our only remaining parent), 79, and her sister Fran, 80. This Christmas, Aunt Fran sent us a card with her insights on aging that I thought amazing, and I knew she wouldn’t mind if I shared them.
I’m observing the aging process at the end of life as opposed to the growing process at the beginning—why the term “growing” old? Since metaphorically growing is inaccurate (grow = increase in size; develop: Random House Dictionary); nor does “growing up” apply as we age—I’m much shorter than in years back. God willing, one is willing and able to observe the decline and/or deterioration of one’s own mind and body. Life is such a process and I look back acknowledging that God is my best friend—and how I’ll hold on to Him—but now aware that Christ has been holding me so close to Him in His loving arms. . .
I adore Aunt Fran.