I am determined not to let the fear of growing old deprive me of the happiness that has always come naturally to me", writes Margaret Howe Freydberg in Growing up In Old Age, a touching memoir of one woman's struggle to cope with nature's unyielding course of aging. It is her philosophies and daily reasoning that invoke the reader with courage. In the face of an ailing husband, knowing that death is soon to follow, she confronts her fear, and instead of burying herself in overprotectivness of her husband she concludes "I do not want to harm the last years of his life, and of mine, with what appears to be love, but is not". She unbears her soul through the solace of writing, which takes the reader on a daring, eye-opening journey. "I am not a finished old woman. I am an old woman growing up", concludes Freydberg.
I am determined not to let the fear of growing old deprive me of the happiness that has always come naturally to me", writes Margaret Howe Freydberg in Growing up In Old Age, a touching memoir of one woman's struggle to cope with nature's unyielding course of aging. It is her philosophies and daily reasoning that invoke the reader with courage. In the face of an ailing husband, knowing that death is soon to follow, she confronts her fear, and instead of burying herself in overprotectivness of her husband she concludes "I do not want to harm the last years of his life, and of mine, with what appears to be love, but is not". She unbears her soul through the solace of writing, which takes the reader on a daring, eye-opening journey. "I am not a finished old woman. I am an old woman growing up", concludes Freydberg.
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