I know I ain't a kid anymore. I'm weeks away from turning 62. I've had to undergo weeks of radiation therapy. Every three months, I have to get a lupron shot. Tomorrow, I plan to get a shingles shot. It's harder for me to get back up on the rare occasions I have to get down on my hands and knees. All that, I know and accept.
No, getting old in the worst way is seeing people whose work you not only enjoyed but shaped your life in different ways die.
Leonard Nimoy. Patrick Macnee. Christopher Lee. Grace Lee Whitney. And now, Yvonne Craig.
I realize that, if I'm no spring chicken, the people I've mentioned above (and, yes, there are many I haven't mentioned that should be mentioned) aren't even winter chickens. The heyday of many of them was around 50 years ago. But it's just hard to live in a world where these people have been relegated to the past by nature.
I shouldn't complain. My siblings and I are preparing for next March for my mother's 100th birthday. In my personal life, I've been lucky.
But, dammit, I'm feeling old.
It also doesn't help when casting decisions are made such as the one that has Hugh Grant playing Mr. Waverly in the new Man from U.N.C.L.E. movie. Or hearing that Marisa Tomei is going to be Aunt May in the next Spider-Man movie. (Yeah, it was bad enough seeing Gidget in that role.)
I know, I've gotta get used to it.
But I didn't think I'd have to get used to it this damned soon.