But I was afraid to go gray – afraid I’d look old, afraid that I’d hate my new hair color, or hair texture, afraid I’d look messy, that my husband wouldn’t like it, or even that it might hurt my career.
The word “gray” sounds so drab and dull, and most of the women I grew up with who had gray hair were very elderly ladies who wore their gray hair in old-fashioned hairstyles.
I started thinking about the friends I’d had who died young – some of whom left small children behind. I knew that those women would rather be here on Earth – with their families – getting older – rather than NOT be here.