You would be over 100 right
now were you still alive. 111
really. Wow, that is old! I remember your telling me that you would
sometimes look in the mirror and wonder who on earth that old wrinkly lady was
staring back at you. I sometimes feel
the same way now. I peer at myself, not with any sense of disgust, but rather curiosity
around this 48-year-old oddity with grey steaks who looks like an older version
of myself, but turns out is me. Turns out aging is a “thing” that does happen
eventually no matter how many under eye creams you buy, collagen powders you
consume and facials you get.
So much has changed since
you died in 2004 (besides my youthful skin and chestnut colored hair.) I’m not
sure what you would think of it all now. Remember when I called you on my cell
phone from a farmers market in Charleston, South Carolina and we both marveled
about how I could reach you from the middle of the outdoors, unattached to a cord inserted into a wall.
