An interesting piece from The Week.
All of us folks who are aging are pretty familiar with the more obvious issues that arise (or droop, as the case may be) with this poorly thought out idea.
Our physical abilities wane, our looks change, eyebrow hair runs wild, etc. etc. But the most difficult changes often burrow their way in under the surface, unnoticed and unaddressed.
Our brains change, our drives change, our hopes and dreams and ambitions and all of it slowly, quietly, morphs into the face of someone else, and then one day the person we were for 45 years is all gone.
Or at least that’s how it strikes us one random morning while eating our cheerios and packing the kids lunches.