Grandmother often said to me that she felt young, not one day older than a child! That the thoughts she had or the feelings she felt seemed to be basically the same as when she was in her twenties. The only indication that she was growing older she’d say, was her reflection in the mirror!
"I see myself in the mirror and think, WHO are YOU! That old lady certainly can’t be me! Where did she come from? How can I feel this young and look that old?! Who I see in the mirror does not reflect the "me" I know! So I don’t look in mirrors anymore!"
Feeling young runs in my family’s blood; My Father rides a Harley Davidson, and can keep up with any of my four brothers. My Mom wakes up before six in the morning everyday, and goes like a motorized bunny until nightfall. What I see in them is a passion for life; they are motivated by the day to day simple pleasures of living. There isn’t anything, certainly not age; to keep them down.
The mirrors in my home are antiques. The mercury glass is spotted with age, looking in them I barely can differentiate myself from the dots, spots, creases and other effects of the antique glass. I don’t feel like an energized bunny, nor could I manage to ride a Harley Davidson, Mostly I hear the words of my Grandmother…"Who are you?" When I see myself in a mirror the shocking reality hits me; I have to buy new mirrors or dye my grey hair!
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