Yesterday, I met my ex-boss, some 13 years later. I was trying on an umbrella and suddenly, someone shouted my name. I looked up and what confronted me was an aged man, with a crop of grey hair. “It’s XX!” And the first thing I asked was, “what happened to you? How come your hair is all grey now?” Even my husband who knows him was shocked. My ex-boss is six years older than me, but he’s looking like an ah-peh now.
I guess 13 years is a long time; long enough for everyone around me to grow a lot older. I’ve got colleagues my age falling seriously ill. I can sometimes hardly recognise my siblings after a year. Even my mom looks a lot older just after two weeks. And it doesn’t help that her health is suffering and she has been talking about death.
Suddenly, growing old seems such a sad thing.
The energy is lacking. The fire is waning. The memories are fading. And I wonder why they call it the golden years? Because it certainly looks a lot more grey than gold to me.
Yeah, I do wonder too. Sometimes, I am also afraid of what old age will do to me, after witnessing what it is now doing to my dad.
Comment by mumsgather — Mon, 7 Sep 2009 @ 6:23 pm
Saying “golden years” is optimistic.
I do hv the same feeling.. parents aged like blink of eyes… everyday Im like draging an old engine…
Nevetheless, I am still looking forward my 50th where my girls are more independant where i can hv time for myself again.
Cheer up lady
Comment by wtpg — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 @ 4:42 pm
I spotted few white hair since last year, sad! So I just pull them out and pretending to look younger. Ha, I remembered my mom always asked me to do that for her in my young age. My grandpa (83 yrs old) has more black hair than my dad, definitely stress and negative thinking make people looking old.
Comment by BT — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 @ 4:51 pm