Feeling Old

I’m suddenly feeling old and dilapidated tonight.  I’m not sure why. 

I just had a birthday.  I didn’t think much of it.  I had a very nice day and felt loved.  End of story.

 

Today our Relief Society lesson was Ezra Taft Benson’s talk on The Elderly.  We divided into groups where we asked an elderly person some questions.  It was fun, but I was the elderly person!  Someone kindly asked why they chose me and how old was I anyway, but I felt old nonetheless.

 

Then I picked up my BYU Magazine to see that they just razed the John A. Widstoe building on the BYU campus.  That building was dedicated the year I graduated from BYU.  How old and dilapidated can a building get in that period of time?  How old and dilapidated can a person get in so few years?

 

Like the Mary Englebreit picture of the old lady who looks in a mirror and sees her young self, I still feel on the young side.  But I got my hair cut short recently and everyone says it makes me look younger.  Younger than what?  Someone else commented that there were too many on our temple shift with the same haircut.  That’s because it’s an old lady’s haircut, I answered.

 

Never mind that my oldest grandchild is starting college, and my granddaughter likes to play with my flabby arms and double chin during church.  And it's my 50th high school reunion next year.

 

Anyway, I didn’t think I felt old, but tonight I do.  I think I’m just tired, but the picture of the JAW demolition did me in.

 

I thought about my sister Pat; she is turning 70 this week.  Happy Birthday, Pat (looking great!), and thanks for the life-long gift of my being younger than you. ;)