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Midlife Mourning

Dreams disintegrate.
Bodies stiffen.
Hair whitens.
Passion breeds affection.
Words escape.
Importance wanes.
Good-byes increase.
The future shortens.
Decisions narrow.
Memories fade.
Joints ache.
Eyes cloud.
Hearing erodes.
Opinions minimize.
Belongings lose importance.
Money depreciates.
Hope dims.
Shadows loom.
Friends depart.
Breathing exerts.
Faces line.
Time hastens.
Distractions multiply.
Dying rules.

But  — stars shine in my soul
and still I walk on.


15 thoughts on “Midlife Mourning

  1. Theresa,
    There is a story of a old woman who was told by her doctor that she had but a few months to live. So she went to her church pastor and made arrangements for her funeral mass. Her final request was that she be buried with a bible and fork. The pastor, puzzled by the request, asked:”I can understand the bible, but why the fork. She replied:”I loved our church lunch socials and at the end of some meals, rather than jello, they would have a delicious cake. On those occasions the waitress would say, “hold on to your fork, the best is yet to come.” She than told the pastor:”That is the reason, for the fork.” So when people pass by my casket and ask; why the fork? You can tell them that the best is yet to come.”

    She saw her life, like the social lunch, that had also come to an end. And, of course, “the best is yet to come.”

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