I Miss My Hair

I remember my Dad’s 60th birthday.

I asked him if it was weird to realize that he was turning 60.

“In my mind I still feel like I’m in my 30’s.”

I know what he means now. I kinda’ feel that way...

...and age is just a number and all that, but.

I saw a photo of me from high school. Someone had placed it on Facebook.

I had a huge head of hair.

Kinda’ like my boy Sam has now.

I miss my hair.

It started falling out and going grey when I was only in my 20’s.

In my 30’s I asked the young girl who was cutting my hair if I’d be bald or grey.

“It’ll be a good race,” she said.

My Grandpa Clifford was bald.

I figured I’d suffer the same fate, but I still have a little hair left.

In fact, I want to get it cut this week. It seems unruly.

Now, a haircut takes minutes.

Then I make the poor girl shampoo my hair with the shampoo that makes my head tingle.

I’d imagine that in a few years I’ll be shaving my own head.

I’ll still feel 35...

...even though I’ll be heading hard towards 60.

I’ll still miss my hair!