The Privilege of Growing Old

I talk about my mom a lot. She was an awesome woman, a great mother and my best friend. When she was diagnosed with colon cancer we were told she had about a year to live. One day she was riding with a friend somewhere and they passed an elderly couple walking down the street. The couple was holding hands and strolling along laughing. My mother looked at her friend and said, “I’m going to miss doing that…growing old, that is.”

She was only 51 when she died.

I am 55 years old. If the Lord wills I will be 56 in August. Sometimes it feels strange to know that I outlived my mother. I sure do miss her and I live every day trying to make her proud.


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