Reflections on Aging

from Sunday, September 27, 2009 at 2:55pm

I don't feel old when I see the fine lines or grey hair; I don't feel old when I see the brown spots on my wrists or skin that is beginning to look like my mother's. I just don't feel old. My kids are all out of high school; does that make me old. I don't think so. Doesn't seem like it. So I don't feel or look old. Until yesterday.
I got to go to Provo to attend a BYU game. I parked in Helaman Halls parking (no sticker required on Sat) early. We used to park there, walk by the track to the stadium...good times, good times. I walked up to campus. My, how it's changed!!! Walked on the sidewalk on the hill where I met one of my college loves, sigh. I walked up that hill every day as a freshman. I lived in Helaman Halls. Right over there in Merrill Hall (Merrill Marvels/A Wonder to Behold Be Held...now it a men's dorm according to Brooke Ford). There is the Admin bldg, same as ever, and whatever building that was that I had some English class in. I have gone back 30 years in mere minutes. And feel so young again. And remember who I was and what I went through and what I learned. And crash, I FEEL OLD...I AM OLD!!! These little punks walking don't see what I'm seeing. They see me old. And some of the freshman are younger than my baby! I actually misted up. Nostalgia first. Then the realization...I'M OLD. Certainly not as young as I think I am. So to prove I really am not so old, I prepare to shortcut down a hill. Allegra Bel convinces me not to...but I'm pretty sure the boys do. But then I find a place where I can go down to the parking lot. But then Allegra Bel is, "Careful Aunt Edonna!" Puleeze! You're not helping any!!!

I had such a nice time at the game. The band still marching the flowing soflty moves...which I Never liked...I like the precision marching...And I actually got to sit on the west side, back to the sun, nice. Next year, Homecoming.

I'm still not really old.