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Much too long...

7/25/2014

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It has been a year today since I posted in the blog - so much has happened…   too much to even summarize.  I felt I could not let another day go by without sharing - so here are my thoughts on this 25th day of July 2014….

Why is OLD a dirty word?

These lines, these dark circles, these dimples in my flesh – each has a story

Of love

Of loss

Of learning

You don’t offend me when you say I am old

Old is a privilege denied to many

The fact that I am here breathing almost 6 feet above ground is its own story

I made it

I lived to tell you how I made it this far

Pick a line on my face and I will tell you its story.

Old is a compliment and I thank you…

I wish for you to have the same chance at getting here

Old is knowing that  none of the stuff matters
Only the people and the places, the love and the experiences that transpired - that is what matters

You will not take your dying breath hoping to hold your smartphone one more time

You will long for the kisses of your Mother or your Lover

For arms wrapped around you…

To breath the ocean or forest air  

Yes I am old.   Old, but not so wise
But I am here and that is enough.

© MELODY FOWLER  July 25, 2014

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