It's alright

It's alright to cry when you are sad, to scream if you want. To let all the pain out. Not everybody will understand but who cares. It is my life, and I will do what I want as long as I don't hurt anyone. Other peoples lives go on, they think mine is to. They don't want to see the tears in my eye, or that far away look I sometimes get. These are the times that I am remembering, times that I am mourning the loss of what will never be.There are times that I just don't want to smile or laugh at your silly joke. If you respect me, then respect the fact that there are times that I just can't hide my sadness. I do still enjoy life, the simple things, the quiet moments, the memories. I celebrate each and every day that I wake up.
Life and age is starting to creep up on me. Since I broke my hip my arthritus had gotten worse, there are days I can hardly walk. Tendonitus is my constant companion. I miss my husband even more when I am fighting with the can opener, or my hand will not co-operate when using a knife. But this is what getting older is all about. The saying goes: if I had know I was going to live this long,I would have taken better care of my body.......probably not! When this body finally packs it in, it will have been well used with the scars to  prove it.