I wonder sometimes if aging is ever graceful...I'm beginning to think not. I've been gone from here for a few years, even though I had the intention of uploading photos & writing more. I think being ill has caused me to get OUT of the house whenever I can. Which I have. Just afraid I'll miss something awesome. Of course the good 'ol pandemic didn't help. Depression, Anxiety about dying... Friends gone in 10 days. Dead. Gone. Because I live fairly rural, I CAN get out to shoot often, and our state hardly had any restrictions, so I did just that. I call it "actively dying", and before you say-"aw, hell we're all gonna go"... I know that. But there's something about it rushing up on you that kinda keeps you on pins & needles. Is it today? Is that heartburn or is this it? Sleeping with machines, Grabbing the inhaler when you're out of breath, Panicking because there's only 2 puffs left. It's harder than I thought it would be. I have great kids, and I'm happy & sad to be with