Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband is still asleep, trying to fight off a cold and cough.  He really had trouble last night, until I suggested he use three pillows under his head.  He probably picked it up on the plane or at his chorus rehearsal.  He loves to sing, but unfortunately he now gets these chronic tickle coughs when he does so.  It's very frustrating for him.  Not much you can do with hundreds of open mouths spraying all around you.  It's kind of like the movie "Outbreak" with the scene in the movie theater.  I'm afraid we're at an age when the things we most love are becoming difficult to do.  I get knee twinges when I carry around my grandsons, he gets the cough when he sings.  We're not as hearty as we were.  Accepting this aging is difficult, even though we all joke about it.  As my Zen teacher used to say:  "Old age is not for sissies".  Yet it brings many blessings as well, such as clarity, a modicum of wisdom, and delightful grandchildren.  Life, as usual, is more complex than it at first seems.