God Always Has Another Custard

So I - The Thought That I Would Physically Be Different Was - It's Not A Thrill, I Have To Tell You. It's Kind Of - It Brings You Up Short. But I Was Able To Look At It Right Away.

And Yet, I Suppose You Mourn The Loss Or The Death Of What You Thought Your Life Was, Even If You Find Your Life Is Better After. You Mourn The Future That You Thought You'd Planned.

I Don't Put Off Any Time With My Grandchildren. I Don't Put Off A Thing.

But When This Happens To You - And I Think Other People Would Identify With This - Suddenly, Colors Are Brighter. You See Everything.

Over The Last Few Years, My Comfort Level With How I Look Has Improved. My Age Has Helped. You Get Used To Yourself And Accept Yourself.