Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I took a walk this morning, trying to get back to where we were before the flu felled us.  It gave me a bit of a headache, but really, it's that the flu is still in my head, heavily, and feels like it's squeezing my brain.  I think we both got weak really fast, due to our ages, and it's going to be a long haul to feel as good as we did before.  This knowledge confronts me with the vulnerability of my age, and how my system hasn't the resilience it once had.  Compounded is all these darling grandsons of an age to pick up and carry lots of viruses.  I want to be involved, but how much can I?  I've not held the new baby, and only see the other two nearby once a week each, which seems to be working, but I also wonder about my husband.  His joy and delight is singing in two choruses, and yet he has a delicate throat that is easily irritated.  He probably should find another hobby, but what would compare to singing for him?  Acceptance of aging is difficult, and we fight it, wanting what we had.  Letting go of that hunger is the wholesome answer, but it isn't easy.