Let me get this straight. I am in the middle of dinner with a widower whose deceased wife is in a locker in the basement of the hospital, and he just invited me to be his date to her funeral? This had to be a joke. I was being punked, right?
In a little more than a month I will turn 59 years of age. Actually, captured inside this 58-year-old body is a very young lively girl and I’m determined to let her out more often! There’s a lot to reflect upon, draw on and learn from. Getting old is not always pretty, and it definitely is not for sissies, but considering the alternative, I think it’s a pretty good option.