Frankly, 70 years doesn’t seem all that long. I’m not really sure how I got here even though the signs are all there in the mirror (even though I have long since insisted that only pink light is cast on the mirror in front of which I carry on my daily ablutions).
Much of my hair is silver now (I’m too lazy to color it) and there are tiny lines radiating up from my lips. It’s easy to see that I usually sleep on my left side because of the faint vertical lines now crossing the horizontal ones on my forehead and when I’m not looking, little transparent hairs (my granddaughter calls them “goat hairs”) suddenly appear just under my chin and have to be tweezed.
I know that I could get all of this stuffed “fixed” but it also tells a story of a life well-lived. There are lines like parentheses around my mouth and eyes that are sure signs of laughter (sometimes so long and so hard that I cried and my eyelids turned inside out) and a certain friendliness about the deeper set of the eyes that also shows what I like to think is the acquisition of a little wisdom along the way.
Looking back I have to say that it has been a damn good run. I’ve really had it all: great parents and a super sister who followed me around and has finally followed me here, a huge extended family, lots of love and loves, beautiful and healthy daughters and grandchildren, loyal and life-long friends, travel, adventure, the world of art and the arts, and Mexico for nearly half my life.
Best of all – even though this is surely the third act, life is still endlessly interesting and exciting and I know there is another adventure just waiting to be lived.
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