For years I have had Browning's poem hanging on my wall, "Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be - the last of life for which the first was made." After my divorce, I couldn't look at those words for a very long time, but eventually I hung it back on my wall and felt that perhaps someone would come along who might grow old with me, but that hasn't happened. Many years were spent being seriously depressed about that....and then cancer came to call.
How is it possible that something so devastating could turn a life around? Now two years later, my mind has had the chance to wrap itself around the entire situation and I find I am happier and more at peace than I can ever remember being.
"The last of life for which the first was made"....this is where I am, standing ready to embrace each moment fully. Ready to share and grow old with others whose lives I hope I can in some way positively influence through the healing power of touch, laughter, and nutrition. Who would have ever thought....the best truly is yet to be!