For the last seven months I've been storing lots of boxes from my mother's house and then my brother's house, with plans to eventually open them up and go through all the stuff inside. This weekend I started just such a project.
The first box I opened, opened up my eyes as well. It was one of my mother's boxes with paperwork from one of her hospital stays. Did that depress me? Nope. It was the folder inside that did the damage to me. You see, inside that folder was an explantion of what "elderly" was.
The article entitled:
gave me the exact definition of elderly...
You see, on my last birthday, I turned a milestone age. F-f-f-fifty. Yep. A half century old. I have officially reached middle age. I am coming to terms with this, but I am not happy about it.
And that stupid folder? With the stupid article explaining what age elderly exactly is? I am not happy...
There is was in even bigger print.
I went from entering middle age to being in the decade of "elderly" overnight. Ouch, that hurts.
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