I *love* this: “Angelina Jolie says she loves getting older because it means she’s alive. ”

Wow—I’m not a celebrity chaser, but I absolutely love this sentiment. She’s completely right, that it’s a gift to be able just to grow old, a gift many people selfishly take for granted.

I remember once when I told my grandfather how sad it was that he couldn’t travel the world as a pianist, because he was extremely talented at the piano. Extremely talented. In an age where boys didn’t play, he used to sneak into the back door of the piano teacher’s house so he could get lessons without the chitter chatter of small town politics.

And when I said how sad it was, that he never pursued those dreams,

he instantly shook his head, completely at ease. Then he said, very peacefully,

“When I was young, there were five of us who used to play together in our small town. We did everything together, we were close from the time we were born. So when WWII started, we all went to war together….

And I was the only one to come back alive.”

Then there in his eyes, he smiled at me, his eldest granddaughter, the oldest of 7 granddaughters, all of whom he got to see born and live into adulthood, soon to be ready to start families of our own.

And I never forgot that moment. There is nothing more important in life than love and friendship, the rest of it—all superficial in the end…


About hopeforanswers

Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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