I literally cannot even begin to handle the negative thoughts on this thread.
My mom used to sing me this Beatles song which is the title of this thread when I was about 5 or 6 and she would let me put hair mousse on my face like a beard.
I’m now 38, my mom is 68.
I think it’s remarkable how well people are aging lately and consider it a blessing. I also agree with all of you that when it’s the end? Or close to? Give your loved ones exactly what they want. My father had a quadruple bypass at 54– it was some congenital issue (I should likely look into) and his diet was excellent. And still is— he’s allergic to all polultry and rarely eats red meat so he eats a lot of seafood. But when he wanted a scotch or a glass of wine once he was home? Damn right I gave it to him. And that was 16 years ago.
We are all aging. It’s not depressing to recognize it and talk about how each of us would like to eat. Or what we’d like to eat. I find it interesting. Getting older doesn’t mean a lack of a palate or lack of patience and eating shit food.
(By negative thoughts I meant the ones that are not readily viewable).
