Just Older

Hey, man, it's been a while
Do you remember me?
When I hit the streets I was 17
A little wild, a little green
I've been up and down and in between
After all these years
Can you believe I'm still chasing that dream
But I ain't looking over my shoulder

I like the bed I'm sleeping in
It's just like me, it's broken in
Tonight I'm... Just Older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in is alright with me
It's not old -- Just Older

Well, I look in the mirror
I don't hate what I see
There's a few more lines staring back at me
The nights have grown a little colder

I like the bed I'm sleeping in
It's just like me, it's broken in
It's not old -- Just Older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in it's alright with me
It' s not old -- Just Older

- Bon Jovi

That's me - just a little older today. I've gotten more calls than I ever have before, more expensive gifts than before, but it doesn't seem to matter. The more indifferent I become to other people, the more they seem to care about me. Funny thing, love - rarely there when you need it the most, found when you want/need/expect/appreciate it the least.
Maybe this is just residual depression from yesterday.

People are born, people die. Some middle eastern cultures and most tribal cultures don't weep for their dead - they celebrate their life. I will celebrate yours. You have left an unfillable void in many lives. Maybe, in some supernatural way, you saw yesterday how many people you touched. With your warm heart, with your genuineness, with your kindness and compassion...Amma, Ammumma and the others will miss you very much.

And then there were three...

I will miss you very, very much Unda Valliamma. Rest in peace.