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The Old Man in the Mirror H
e was up early getting ready to pick up his son to go deer hunting. He had brushed his teeth and was washing his face. He paused to look at himself in the mirror and saw an old man staring back at him. Maybe it was because his 74th birthday was on Christmas, and it would be here in a few more weeks. He stared at the old man in the mirror and saw wrinkles carved by frowns and smiles through the years of his life. He looked at the bags under his eyes. He saw his skin sagging down on both sides of his chin and looked like a turkey wattle hanging below. What little hair he saw was gray. The old man in the mirror was in the winter of his life.
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He pulled into his son’s driveway and smiled as he loaded his deer hunting stuff in the truck. He was proud of the husband, and father, his son had become. He moved over to let him drive. His old eyes didn’t see as well in the dark anymore. The interior light of the truck revealed specks of gray in his son’s hair. It was hard for him to believe that it wouldn’t be long until his son would be a grandpa for the first time. He was in the fall of his life. Not much was said as the truck traveled down the road to their hunting place. The son glanced over at his dad. He realized that his dad was getting older. He wondered how many more deer and turkey hunting trips they would have together. Dad was still very active, and his health seemed good. But, at his age you never know.
