"Those who love deeply never grow old,
they may die of old age,
but they die young."
Benjamin Franklin
At the end of time spent with a treasured friend, I commented on not wanting to attend large gatherings anymore. I continued, mentioning my new glasses and having an appointment with an ophthalmologist. I noticed tears in her beautiful blue eyes, and I wondered why. This dear soul is very compassionate, and yet ...
As my day unfolded, I found myself flashing back to this sister of my heart who is considerably younger. I replayed the conversation and listened through her ears, deciphering what she may have heard. Perhaps with compassion, she was realizing that I am aging and she was attempting to embrace what is inevitable.
As my life moves forward, I never think of my lovely self as being old. I am aware of my body aging, but my mind is as inquisitive as ever. There is no time to be morbid about death, especially when I believe this human suit will fade away, while my spirit will return to eternity. So sweet sister of mine, have no fear for we are forever bound!
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