I had the most incredible conversation with my wife this morning. (As many of you know she has terminal breast cancer.) Unlike me…she doesn’t talk all that much…but she says a helluva’ lot when she does.
“I’ve been watching commercials on TV and they’re starting to get to me,” she said.
I tried to figure out which ones. The over-the-top yelling ones…the overtly sexual ones…the incredibly lengthy pharmaceutical ones that list all the awful side effects as the woman on screen flashes her sh*t eating grin? There are so many.
“Which ones?” I asked.
“The ones for Rogaine…and Botox…and whiter teeth. Stuff to make you look younger.” She started to tear up a little and continued, “If it was me…I would grow old gracefully.”
“I suppose we’re all enamored with youth,” I said.
“But growing old is such a GIFT,” she replied. “What a wonderful thing…to grow old.”
Lesson: We’re so afraid of getting “old.” I think we should welcome it.
