Today I am 70.   Even though it’s just a number it messes with my head. And, yes I will agree, it’s better then being dead, but just the same, it messes with my head.

70 is just a number but it just keeps marching on, because in another 364 days I’ll be heading to 71.  My body aches, I can’t remember names and as time marches passed nothing remains the same.  My patience has grown shorter my temper is the same.  Things that didn’t matter before I now can’t even name.  I’m glad my children are independent I wish my hubby was the same but as we grow older with time just marching on, he and I are forever asking,  What’s that person’s  name?

I no longer want to leave, the comfort of my home and hubby gets impatient that I love to be alone.  My mind no longer embraces the thought of what’s to come but constantly remembers everything we’ve done.  I’ve lost the fear of dying, and I fearfully feel I’ve lost the joy of living although I love to ride and just see scenery.  I’d rather read then hear, I’d rather see then look, I’d rather hear then listen  and I love hiding in a book.  The person I was, will never be the same, because 70 has now become my name and 71 is my future, if things remain The same.