Goodbye to a friend

Earlier this week, while I was getting ready to take a bath, I noticed a lot of hair in the bottom of the bathtub. Now I know that it is normal to see a little now and then, but this was enough to fill the hollow of my hand! First thing I thought was, "Why is my wife losing so much hair?" I was alarmed. We have been plagued with many health problems the past few years. She has Multiple Sclerosis and I have Rheumatoid Arthritis. She also had a benign tumor removed a couple of years ago near her brain stem. So when I saw this, I guess I just thought the worst. After talking with her combined with the technical "looking in the mirror," I have discovered that it is my hair that I held in my hand. I am relieved that it is no dire heath issue. While I am very happy for her, I am really bummed out about the hair loss. I am a child of the 70's and my hair was a big part of my life. No pun intended. I would wash it, comb it, even talk to it if it messed up on me. Folks, there is a lot less to talk to or about these days. I keep it a lot shorter these days, but still try to be well groomed.

I suppose this too is part of the aging process, and somehow I will come to terms with it. Just kinda hurts to know that soon more hair will grow from my ears and nose than the top of my head. Everyone, I suppose, has a feature that they consider their best. My hair was mine. I also have resolved that I won't wear a hairpiece, no matter how tempted I am to do so. Don't want to get to be an old man and have more of me on the dresser than in the bed when I go to sleep at night.

At the current rate, I would say about 5 years, maybe sooner. Perhaps balding will provide that distinguished look for me. I hope so, and time will tell. To my hair I have some final words: au revoir old friend, au revoir.