Sat, 04 Aug 2007
"I do not know when the change came, nor do they, if indeed they realize it at all," she writes. "There was a time when I was of their generation; now I am not. I cannot put my finger on the time when old age finally claimed me." ...
"You count the number of your years by the way your daughter watches your steps; and you see your infirmities in your son's anxious eyes."
The op-ed's a great read, even though it doesn't really have a point, except maybe to wonder when youth supplanted age as the thing to "venerate" and if old people these days feel less isolated.