It's my birthday today, I'm getting ever nearer the dreaded *whispers it* 60 and wish I could turn back time.....or at least make it stand still. I can't quite believe I've reached the age of 56, it just doesn't seem possible, I feel perpetually 39 (if only!).
A very dear school friend died of leukemia when we were 17, my cousin died at age 19, my beloved Nan who I adored died aged 62 and OH's dad, who was more of a father to me than mine ever was, was 61 when he died. Over the past year or two we've had several other deaths amongst our family and friends, it's been a bad and sad time.
All this reminds me of my own mortality, particularly since I have a disease/illness that could shorten my life anyway. Birthdays are not something that I really look forward to nowadays....other than being grateful that I've had another year on this planet, something that many don't.
Sorry to be so morbid, it won't last!