Sharon Feinstein

Sorry to bang on about my birthday again but now there are only 6 days to go and I’ll have new figures to write down when I fill in forms, I’ll have a new way to think about myself,  and when that description comes up in a newspaper – a —year-old woman died on the side of a mountain today, or was killed in a car crash on the M25, or went down on an Eva Air flight on her way to Thailand this summer, that age will be mine. And that woman will be me.
I know that sounds morbid but we’re all going to die and none of us know when or how. That’s the inevitable reality we’re all hurtling towards, sooner or later. I don’t usually get into this spiraling morbidity, but you’re allowed to do or feel anything on your birthday and in the days running up to it. It’s my birthday so I’ll cry if I want to. I had a big milestone when my father died and it was a terrible shock and a door closing forever, no more birthdays for him. Strangely, rarely, he actually died on his birthday, November 14th. Then my sister died and that was an even more horrific shock and mortality blow, something I wll never  get over. Now there’s my mum, coming up to 80, and I’ve told her she’s never allowed to die. And then there’ll be me. As Orson Welles said, “We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”

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