John served in Vietnam. I helped him carry the load.
On days I want to ‘look real good’ I tell people my age is eighty- nine. On paper I’m said to be sixty-seven,but some days I feel seven years old so I color pictures in Crayola Crayon.
I don’t understand ladies over forty telling people,” I just turned twenty- nine!” I’d rather be eighty- nine and look sixty- seven!
“Ever stumble to a mirror expecting to see a monster of pain? When I’ve had the flu for a few days, why can’t I look as bad as I feel? I could use some sympathy!” I say to my mature friends who glow with humor and love of life but are in constant pain.