I may not like growing old, and I really don’t, but I have discovered something far worse.
The worst thing of all is watching everyone else grow old too.
And this isn’t restricted to the people you love, your family and friends, but animals too.
I noticed the tell tale signs a while ago, but it didn’t ring any alarm bells then. Now it has. All those niggly aches and pains caused by over doing things have now begun to look more sinister.
Somewhere along the line during our lives, I think we get complacent, confident that we can go on forever, that somehow we are indestructible. In my own case, this is mainly due to all the things I have managed to survive and walk away from. So it came as a bit of a shock to realise that this may not continue to happen after all. That one day I might not wake up in the morning.
This is where the fear begins, as you watch the people you love struggle with ordinary every day activities and see the pain they try so hard to hide. You can’t help it, but you start to wonder who will go first, and selfishly pray it isn’t you.
One of the worst things I see every day is the difference in our magnificent Merlin, our rather large, black and white cat. Always so strong and fit, suddenly he cannot jump up on his favourite chair and seems to be walking slower these days. He is talking far more these days too, and appealing to us with wide, imploring eyes. I wonder if he worries about the future too.
Living each day as it comes, and refusing to think about tomorrow, seems to be the best way. Make each day the best it can possibly be, rather than living every day as if it will be your last, as that gives out entirely the wrong attitude, I think.
None of us knows what will happen tomorrow, but we can only hope there are more days left than we think!