I seldom dwell on death and dying. After all, we all have the same demise ... we're not getting out of here alive. Dying is part of the process of living, but as I age I feel as though living is part of dying. We are born ... dying ... but now time feels like it flies by, unlike when we're young and tender and want time to pass faster because we "can't wait to be an adult".
I would like to meet the person who dubbed later years as "golden years", so I could set them straight about that fallacy. As my mom and aunt often said, "Aging is not for the faint of heart." So, so, so, true!