I’m in trouble! A mysterious injury is causing me to limp. Has been causing me to step gingerly. My other foot protested at the extra work and is now on strike. It is hard to limp when both feet are involved. And this morning an old shoulder injury has asserted itself with a twang.
If my mother were here, she would have given me some kind and wise advice. Something so simple and practical that I wouldn’t have thought of it myself if I lived to be 100.
If my dad were here he would have said, “growing old is for the birds!”
If my brother were here he would have made me laugh at myself, my foot, and life in general.
And if my sister were here, she would have regaled me with her own woeful tales and then added by way of explanation, “old, old, old!”
I miss those voices but I hear them still.
