Growing old…oops up!
One month before her 95th birthday, Patricia Routledge wrote something that still gently echoes:* “I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.” My life didn’t quite take shape…








