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Nancy Brazier Palmerine's avatar

Every day I wonder that seemingly of a sudden, I’ve reached the age of 72 years and 11 1/2 months. I’m enjoying life more than ever before. Never bored, usually tired at the end of the day, eager to get to my morning coffee, my morning walk, and whatever challenge or reward will follow. Recently I was invited to join a study group for older women. Older. Older than who? Well, OK, I must admit boat loads of folks are younger than I am, but…

Age is a gift. The loss of my grandparents showed me that tomorrow is not a promise. The loss of my Dad showed me that love doesn’t die. Watching my Mom stay healthy and active in her mid-nineties has shown me and that life is more worthwhile when we keep on learning. So, yes, I agree that age sets us apart. It elevates us.

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Alice's avatar

Hello dear Sister,

I especially liked this post. I appreciate all of what you shared about death, and more details about the loss of your Mom. I also appreciate the comments about "Aging." It is interesting that in our culture many words referring to this process have a negative connotation. I have worked to choose words that have more positive connotation. I love what one person said once: "I have worked hard for these wrinkles!"

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