There was a woman named Norma that I knew (she has died) and I met her when she was already old. Sagging face, lots of wrinkles, overweight.
Then I saw pictures of her as a young woman. She was a beauty! Actually, she looked kind of like the young Mary Tyler Moore. There were pictures of her on the beach in a bathing suit, portraits, and other pictures. All beautiful.
After seeing those pictures, whenever I encountered Norma, I saw that beautiful, young woman peeking out from her eyes. It was like the ghost of the young woman was floating over her face. I never looked at her as an old woman again. She became more "eternal" to me, ever beautiful.