Life's cruel moments

Tonight I was taken out to dinner by two good friends who were celebrating their 48th wedding anniversary.  I was the maid of honor in their wedding and the brother of the groom, who was the best man, also went to dinner with us.  We had a very pleasant evening, excellent food, fun conversation, except for the pictures.  My friend had brought along her wedding album so we could all see what we looked like 48 years ago.  No surprise, we looked a lot younger then and pretty good if I do say so.  But then they brought out their phone and took some pictures of all of us now.  That was the cruel part.  Ouch! Who is that old gray-haired lady with the crinkledy face?  I much preferred to look at the 21 year old me. I know time marches on but did it have to trompple all over my face in the process?