Earlier this week, I was visiting with friends and we were talking about shoes. Not like the girls from Sex in the City and chatting up fancy shoes. Nope, we were talking about comfortable, sensible shoes and which brands help tired aching feet the best. The lone 20-s0mething at the table looked perplexed as I teased that her days of buying based on looks alone will come to a screeching halt soon enough.
At that point, I wondered when did I get old?
Tonight I'm faced with another truth that comes with getting older. The reality that some of us will be called Home way before we are ready. Tonight, a childhood friend of mine is saying her final goodbye to her twin brother . He leaves behind a loving family, and really didn't have time to get old (even if he had discovered the benefits of sensible shoes)
May God Bless Cathy and her family.