there is an age where, if well aged, you cease to live & only exist

past 5yrs i’ve been face to face w that every day. and it is not romantic, nor alleviating, or even solvable (no matter the money spent or time attended)

instead it’s a slow march into mortality where you hold the hand of a loved one as they regress, calcify, and become violent &/or belligerent 

the same way there are two lives (“the second when internalizing there is only one”), there are two deaths, and the gap between them is a comprehensively ‘humiliating’ voyage

wow, that hits hard. aging is such a complex journey. sending you lots of strength and love ❤️