In four days I turn 38. Your probably wondering why I'm so excited. People do it everyday. It's not a milestone birthday it merely means I'm growing older. What could possibly be exciting about that!
Well you see my Dad died when he was 37 years old. It was a number that I was scared to turn and I number that I can't wait to be over. Don't get me wrong my 37th year of life has been pretty good but in the back of my mind I am always wishing and hoping to make it to 38.
I know I'm not the only one. I have heard of other people who have been anxious when they were at the age of their parent's death. It's sad but I think it is something that comes with losing someone you love when they were in their prime.
I look at my life now and 37 really is so young. My children are only small and there is still so much in life I want to do and achieve. Dad never asked to get sick. No-one does. Life is full of twists and turns and the truth is none of us know when our journey is up.
I see and hear so many people complaining about getting older. I get it. I'm not a big fan of the grey hairs popping up but for every year I get to be on this earth I am grateful.
As of the 2nd of May I will have already outlived the age of my Dad. Pretty sad, huh. But for every year I live past 37 I want to celebrate. Sadly my Dad never got the chance to see my sister and I grow up but I still get that chance with my own children.
Don't be afraid of getting older. So many beautiful people don't get the chance.