I still hesitate to say "growing old."
As my memories of youth get further in the distant past I still hate to relent.
But in recent days, with Judy in a hospital, in surgery and in a rehabilitation hospital, I have been forced to think whenever I move about to "be careful, be aware, don't injure yourself now of all times."
It's not a bad idea to become more conscious of our aging bodies and the dangers that lurk therein.
I'm making big steps over obstacles even as I think unconsciously "but I'm not that old."
Judy is making singular progress day by day.
I watched today as a young man helped her out of her wheelchair, into a walker, then a turn and into bed.
But only one man, one person.
A day or two ago it took two people.
I am so proud of her.
I think she will once again be a new person, perhaps more careful, more judicious but beautiful with a fresh appearance.