My friend Pam at Joyindestructible writes some great stories and poems. Here is one, but head over and check things out.

On the day Carol became an old woman, she shed several tears. Standing in the threshold of last days of her life filled her with certain uncertainty. Though life is tenuous at any age, when old age comes everyone knows what comes next and there is no way to dodge death. This dreadful day came so suddenly yet also, gradually. Somehow, she didn’t think it would happen to her. Carol never could picture herself with grey hair and never accepted it. In fact she did everything in her power to remain young looking and deny the passing of time but on this day, reality couldn’t be denied. Would she live long enough for her hair to turn white or worse, fall out? Carol didn’t want to die but she didn’t want to be elderly either.

Read the rest of the post here: The Day She Became an Old Woman at Joyindestructible