In my line of work, and in everyday life really, I hear people complain about “getting old” all. the. time. Usually it’s when something in their body is hurting or not working the way it used to and the first thing out of their mouths is “Getting old sucks”. I get that it’s not ageing that they are really complaining about…we all want to live forever don’t we?…it’s the aches and pains. However, it is really hard for me to let those comments roll of my shoulders lately. In my head my retort is something along the lines of, “Well, plenty of people who die young would disagree with you. Stop complaining. You’ve gotten to do so many things in life. You have Grandkids. You and your spouse are retired and living the best life. Get over it”. I just keep it inside and smile.
Tomorrow is my birthday…44 years. In the past I have always loved my birthday. Jason always made sure I had the best day. He would take off work and we would spend the day together. Usually going for a hike…having lunch out…enjoying some kid-free time. He would often plan the an evening out with our friends…hibachi at Osaka…drinks…fun shenanigans. And then deal with me probably being a bit hungover the next morning.
This year I am dreading it. It feels like the ultimate of things I am now doing without him…getting older. I will no longer be 43..the same age he was when he died…I’ll move on to 44…and he won’t..,