LIVING TOO FAST

My father died at age 35 from a massive heart attack, caused by living too fast, eating fatty foods and failure of managing the stress in his life. He was denied the joys, thrills and fears that come with the passing of time. He never develop winkles and laugh lines on his face, the feel of a pot-belly of middle-age, the weeping of silent tears as his manhood fail to perform or the tribulations of walking with a cane in old age.

Women shriek in horror if you ask them how old they are and you only see the skid-marks they leave as they run away from you. Women were the masterminds of hiding their true age from their husbands, employers and friends. Women have turned talented Plastic Surgeons into billionaires. These surgeons are gifted at stretching loose-skin of faces, underarms and bellies; sucking out body-fat and cutting away extra hanging-skin. Doctors are now experts at taking needles filled with deadly poison to flatten out crow feet, brow winkles and laugh lines.

I have been blessed with living through many decades. I now looked into the mirror and admire the smile lines on my face, the middle-age-spread around my waist, the under-area of my arms that shake like jelly, the jiggling thighs and fallen flat-buttocks. I am celebrating the life the universe has given to me, I am looking forward to a few more decades.

Story ID:	5567
Written by:	D Mucker (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Family Memories
Location:	Kansas City USA
Year:	2010
Person:	father